I have not been the wife or mother that I long to be lately. I’ve been terse, curt and snappy. My compassion has waned of late.
In desperation I turned to the one place I could find lasting help – The Bible. I am still prayerfully working on allowing the Word of God to transform me to be more like Christ – with a loving, giving attitude – but I wanted to share with you all today 5 verses that are helping to refill my Compassion Tank.
Tears stain your cheeks and sweat has matted your hair to your head.
I want to remember how tiny you
were are and how things can happen and change in an instant.
You squeal, laugh, whoop and holler with hands raised. Joy radiating from your face.
I want to remember the reckless abandon with which you experienced this place; believe the magic without question.
I hear your sweet voice ask for the umpteenth time today, “Up-y, up-y, mommy. I snuggle you.”
I scoop you up onto my lap and we snuggle and sway; rock and hum.
I’m treasuring each of these moments deep in my mother’s heart. Storing them away for future use.
You’re so brave, so strong, so full of joy.
You laugh with out restraint, love without clause, and live without limits.
I want to remember these days when you’re too big to hold; to manly to snuggle; but hopefully you’ll never outgrow your compulsion to laugh, love and live to your heart’s content.
I decided it was high time to dust off these ole keys and blow the cobwebs out of this writer’s mind. What better way to do that than to join LisaJo and her tribe in the greatest writer flash mob around, Five Minute Friday? And I nearly laughed out loud when I read this week’s prompt as I’ve been waxing poetic to anyone who will listen about how hectic the past few months have been – and the next few months will continue to be. So join me for my best five minutes on
As the fan gently blows cool air over me, lulling me to drift off.
Anger and frustration vie for top billing as I thrash the covers back and stomp to see
What do they want now?
I scold and chide and plead for just a few more minutes…
Lie down; snuggle in; drift off.
Bang. Boom. Slap. Cries.
It seems sleep is not for me today.
Poor me. Woe is me. Nobody cares, but me.
I snuggle you, mama.
I sit on your lap, mama?
I love you, mommy.
As much as sleep refreshes mind and body, today I realize as I watch that rest is found…
In the bubbly laugh of the two year old.
In the halted sounds of my sweet girl sounding out her first written words.
In the belly laughs preceded by, “Tickle me, Daddy!”
This day; this house; this family of mine is full of
And if I just get out of my own way, it is full of more refreshment and rest than I could ever dare to hope.
Wow, has it really been a month since I’ve posted??
I can’t tell you how much I appreciate your patience with me and sticking around while I’ve been so quiet!
We arrived safe and sound in the States and promptly hit the ground running. We’ve not stopped traveling in some form or fashion in the 3.5 weeks we’ve been here! We just finished up a great time with my family taking our kiddos to Disneyland for the first time (you can bet there will be posts/pics about that coming up)! And now, we are in one place for a couple of weeks before we have to travel again, so hopefully – Lord willing – things will get a little more back to normal around here!
Starting today! :)
I’m delighted that the second post of the Comfy Pregnancy Series is up at The Better Mom today! Come on over and join us as we chat about how to get the comfiest sleep possible in pregnancy! Be sure to share your tried and true tips in the comments!
If you’ve just joined us from The Better Mom, I want to extend a warm, fresh-on-American-soil-from-Ireland welcome to you! Thanks for stopping by! Feel free to make yourself at home and have a look around! The kettle’s always on, even on this side of the pond. ;)
They come far too few and far between. Moments of stark and complete clarity.
Moments when the mist thins and the things that seemed so crystal clear before, you now realize were smudged at best…completely distorted at worst.
I had one such moment recently while caring for our son through a bout of croup. I’m talking about it over at Pieces of Amy today. I’d love to have you join me there, and share your own moments of clarity!
If you’ve clicked over here from Pieces of Amy, I want to extend to you a warm Céad Míle Fáilte (A Hundred-thousand Welcomes)! I hope you’ll make yourself at home and stay awhile!