Friday, May 29, 2009
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
This morning I marveled at my children's art spreading freely from the ends of their brushes as we worshipped simultaneously. I played worship music while they responded through painting. Molly was frustrated, at first, when her idea didn't work out and then, when I encouraged her to let God show her something new, she stood silently for a minute. Soon, she smiled and began sweeping her strokes into a totally different scene that was clearly from Him. They began to enjoy the flow that came as a result of their quiet meditation. In the end, both girls had "stories" that they felt accompanied their pictures. It was an invigorating experience. Lord, let every part of our lives be worship to You. Let us always marvel at Your works and share with the world how we feel about our Great God through our creativity.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
It's bigger than we thought
It's taller than it ought to be
This pile of rubble and ruins
The neighbors must talk
It's the worst yard on the block
Just branches and boards where walls stood
Did it seem to you
Like the storm just knew
We weren't quite finished with the roof
When it started?
So we build
We clear away what was and make room for what will be
If you hold the nails, I'll take the hammer
I'll hold it still, if you'll climb the ladder
If you will, then I will, build
On any given day
We could simply walk away
And let someone else hold the pieces
The lie that we tell
Says it's better somewhere else
As if love flies south when it freezes
What I'm trying to say
In some clumsy way
Is that it's you and only you for always
What I'm trying to say
In some clumsy way
Is that it's you and only you, not just for now, not just today
But it's you and only you for always
Monday, May 25, 2009
Small, nail polished hands flip colourful cards over and over, while hearts bond, and minds grow.
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Farewell, Kyla, Gerome and Gillian. We will hold you in our prayers and see you someday soon!
Friday, May 22, 2009
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
The Scriptures that ran through my mind about the taming of the tongue and that whatever is in the heart comes out of the mouth... what I spoke aloud was not in my heart. But how I can quickly give way to carlessness without thinking. Worst of all, our neighbours were passing by, walking their dog, enjoying the sunshine. The deep desire and intent to be a witness to my neighbours--crushed.
But He met me in that place. Pulled me up out of my shame in disappointing Him, reminded me of His forgiveness, His love, regardless of my failures (Psalm 103:3, Psalm 139:17, Hebrews 4:15). Oh, the grace! And as He's teaching me, I am able to pass it on to my children. My daughter just confessed something she also was ashamed of saying yesterday. This morning, we shared in that grace together.
Monday, May 18, 2009
Just a little bit of hot water,
Just a little bit of Kraft Dinner,
Just a little bit of laughter,
Just a little bit of chanting, "This is the warmest day in the world!" through the shivering,
Just a little bit of Spring Fever!
You girls are so silly. (My girls and their cousin, Maddi on a 13 degrees day)
Now if God so clothes the grass of the field, which today is, and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, will He not much more clothe you, O you of little faith?...
Therefore do not worry, saying, 'What shall we eat?' or 'What shall we drink?' or 'What shall we wear?'... For your heavenly Father knows that you need all these things. But seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things shall be added to you. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about its own things." (Matthew 6:28-34)
Sunday, May 17, 2009
"Hey, how come he's not looking for us anymore?"
Friday, May 15, 2009
Traditions--I must say, I love them. Bridal Showers and all that they represent. The little cream scones and tea cups. The ribbons and bows. Ladies, with pens in hand, frantically searching for words from the bridal couple's names before the time is up. Cousins, aunties, daughters, dear friends and neighbours, all gather with tokens of love for the Bride-to-be. We laugh, we cry, we give advice about the days to come and then we squeeze each other tightly with promises of the next gathering. They call them "showers of blessings" and I've experienced this countless times. I'm grateful for this tradition that draws us all into a little circle. For it's in the meeting together that we are blessed. And in the end, Lisa shone like Audrey Hepburn donning that lovely, mile-high accessory--a creation made with love.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
"It's not coming out, Mommy" Oliver sighs, looking for some sign of hope that I'm going to let him off the toilet. Then a little while later, and still with no action, "I did it!" I'm on to him and so I check for evidence. Nope, nothing. I tell him to remain a bit longer.
Leave kids alone long enough to their own imagination and they'll come up with the most interesting world of play.
"We do not stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing."
George Bernard Shaw
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
A stroll around the backyard, a lingering under the front bushes to witness the lily of the valley beginning to come up (her treasures) and then, the SOLD sign boldly confronts me there by the birch. None of it seems right and yet, it had to happen some time. I just never prepared myself for when.
Oh, Mama, are you skipping along your streets of gold? Are you relishing in your many rooms? Are you sitting at the feet of your Master, finally receiving the answers to the myriad of questions you had about love and people and Jesus? I can't wait to see you there! Oh, number seven! His perfect number. You're with the One who numbered the stars!
Oh, frail man, my precious Grampie, one day you'll join her-- leave us too. Can we keep you just a little while longer? I'll understand though, when you slip away to that home where you have no more confusion, where all things are clear and your stories of drawing so many people to the Saviour are a reality for you. Until then, I'll hold you and remember her too. And as I pass by number seven, I'll thank Him for the years I've had in that perfect place.