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Wednesday, July 23, 2014
Tuesday, July 22, 2014
I love to change my phone case. To suit my mood, the season, or just because I feel like it! Since this can get expensive, I've had to get crafty. Here is one of my latest creations.
What You'll Need: Greeting Card, Clear Phone Case, Scissors, Exacto Knife
Trace the outline of your phone onto the greeting card and then, using the clear case, trace the camera hole. Not sure where to get a clear case? I find mine at Hobby Lobby in the DIY apparel section and you can also find a lot on Etsy and Amazon.
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Monday, July 21, 2014
Proverbs 18 reminds us that death and life are in the power of the tongue. It wields power.
A single phrase, a single sentence, a single response, a single conversation can stay with us for a lifetime. Many of us can pinpoint a single exchange, whether for good or evil, that has stayed with us through the years.
Words. Powerful words. Used as either a blessing or a curse.
I know firsthand the significance which a simple, verbal blessing creates in one’s life. I can remember, from my children, that I either woke or went to sleep with a verbal blessing from my father. It was a constant affirmation of my worth in the eyes of my father.
My dad didn't prioritize his time well. I will be the first to say he was a workaholic. But he set apart time in the midst of his hectic day to encourage me, teach me, and love me. I knew I was valued and loved by my father, and this in turn profoundly affected how I viewed my heavenly Father. What a rare, treasured gift I was given, one which I desired to pass onto our children.
Whether it’s planning an intentional evening with a child to mark an important rite of passage, tucking them into bed or writing a note in his/her lunch, the power to wield words of blessing impacts His kingdom. It’s a humbling privilege to know that in the midst of my oh so messy life and struggles as a mom, the Lord uses me to do His work.
I strive to use simple words with a simple message. No theology degree needed. Just a heart to use the scripture to pour truth over our children, spouses, friends and loved ones.
Words matter. Words mark. Wield them well.
Friday, July 18, 2014
The vulnerability of parenthood is the thing I come back to again and again. No one or no thing can prepare you for the way it changes everything. I have written about it a thousand different ways on the pages of this blog.
But I’ve also been comforted that this is a universal experience. That others nod in agreement when I talk about it with friends. That readers here tell me they know exactly what I mean.
I love this quote by C.S. Lewis:
Be vulnerable. It feels like the perfect war cry for parenting. In all we give and do and experience with our children, be vulnerable…be brave. We have second guessed ourselves a thousand times. We have been asked to do things we didn’t think we were strong enough to do. We have been overwhelmed and over the moon. Climbed mountains and nearly drowned in this experience. But we keep going.
Bravery is relative. Some of us on this journey have had to be braver than others. But parenthood asks us all to take up the challenge. It takes from us more than we expect and rewards us beyond our wildest expectations.
Thursday, July 17, 2014
3 seasons of my childhood are a blur.
I was made for summer.
Summer is stitched through me in whirling, dizzying loops.
I’m still the little girl slipping down the soapy yard on salvaged plastic garbage bags. I am chocolate ice in my favorite Strawberry Shortcake bowl. I’m the girl screaming lyrics while swinging on the rusty metal swing set. I’m stacks of stickers to swap with friends while sitting in the tree my mother planted out in the front yard before I was born. I am pig-tails, barefoot and sun-tan oil. I’m fireflies at dusk.
Only now, I’m also 36 years old with a marriage, a mortgage, four children who light up my days and evenings with the pulsing emotional current of real life.
An average summer day now finds me negotiating, managing, organizing, entertaining, refereeing, and wiping up more spills and messes than I ever remember making back when I was on the “giving” end of this equation.
I’ll be honest, those were the good ol’ days but this life right here is where the best of me lives.
I want to give my kids the gift of all I had. The ability to embrace summer. All I want to hear the slamming of doors as children run out to play. I am enjoying the tangle of bicycles and scooters and pogo sticks in my driveway. Paired with the symphony of laughter and squeals. Their heads sweaty.
People say the glory days are over and that our children will suffer with this ever-changing high-technological world. But honestly, the details are different but the memories seem the same.
In between playing judge and jury, life coach and line cook; I’ll stop to remember I’m still that little girl with nose plugs standing at the end of the high dive when I barely know how to swim.
This life is an adventure. It’s oh so good to us.
Some things change but who God made us to be never does.