Wednesday, November 13, 2019

Reflections

A friend whose two sweet babies live in heaven, was asking for help finding something to fill the silence while she cleaned house. It took me back to my pre-children days when the silence was so loud, I had to fill it with something. A part of me was jealous of my old self. Oh, the silence! I could think of a million ways to fill that time. So much wasted and I was wishing I had to to do over. Then it hit me, someday I will look back to now and as impossible as it may seem, I will think the same thing. So much wasted...if only I’d done more, enjoyed more, been more present.

They say hindsight is 20/20 but I think it’s also rose colored. We forget the pain or sadness of the past and compared to the present suffering, it seems light and but a moment, just as scripture says. Eternity needs to be part of the present. We are living in time, while investing for eternity.

So today Lord, show me how to make the most of now. So in the future, I won’t look back jealous. It will be a beautiful memory of time well spent.

Friday, June 14, 2019

The Whiny Two Year Old Syndrome

This morning as I was getting ready for the day, I hear my two year old screaming from downstairs. It wasn’t the hurt cry that sends a mother hurrying to rescue her child. Nope, it was the whiny someone-is-bothering-me cry. As I opened the door to investigate, I’m met by one of my older girls. 

“Send her upstairs.” I said

“She took her clothes and diaper off, Mom. She won’t let us dress her.”

(She’s now old enough to take off all her clothes, but can’t manage to get them back on again, hence the screaming.)

“Send her up anyway. I’ll take care of it.”

I put her diaper on, dressed her, and sent her off smiling to eat her morning banana. Crisis #1 of the day done.

As I finished brushing my hair, the thought hit me that this is exactly how we are with God. We’re big enough to get ourselves into a mess but we can’t seem to get ourselves out. And instead of crying out to God for help, we cry and kick and scream from downstairs, even when others try to help us. We’re frustrated that we can’t fix it ourselves and in the end, we look like a whiny two year old, yelling because we don’t like the results of our own actions. 

I pray that we learn to lean into Jesus, even when we have caused the mess and instead of wasting time crying about it. 

Blessings, dear ones,

Momma H.

Thursday, June 13, 2019

Is Waiting Time Wasting Time?

With a nursing baby, I find myself waiting...a lot. Waiting for him to finish nursing so I can get the next chore done. Waiting for him to wake up so I can nurse him again. Waiting for the older kiddos to finish something, anything so we can move on. And always, I feel like I’m wasting time. I do this a lot; I spend my time waiting for something I want to happen instead of using the time I have, albeit may only be 5 minutes, to accomplish something that needs to be done. 

Does this ever happen to you? And what about life in the broader sense? Are we spending so much time waiting for a husband? Children? School to finish? Jesus’ return? that we are missing the chance to do the work God has planned for us to do. Do we tell him with our actions, “Lord, we’d love to serve you, but we have to wait for A, B, or C before we can?” Let it not be so, sisters! Let him find us serving whenever he calls; let us be the faithful servants he desires us to be. Not at the expense of listening to him speak to our hearts but working that he will find us “good and faithful servants” when our time here is done.

Blessings, 

Momma H.

Wednesday, June 12, 2019

A Story Without an Ending...Yet

I’ve always known I needed to write. I love to tell stories, just as much as I love to read them. Since I was young, stories have swirled in my head, begging for a moment in the spotlight. I love to encourage, exhort, build up and help other formulate their world view with a well told story, a humorous anecdote or a thought provoking idea. But I have let my fears keep me from it for a long time; fear that no one will read it (and they might not); fear that what I have to say isn’t important (it’s always important to share what God has shown you); and my biggest fear...the fear that I don’t have it all together, that the story isn’t finished and if I don’t know the ending, I can’t tell it. What good is a story if the pay off isn’t good?

Recently I read two books that made me realize something so very important for life in general, but also for my writing...

I don’t need to know the ending when I start the story. I know the Writer and He knows the end. I just have to write. 

Can you hear those keys clicking?

Blessings,

Momma H.


(In case you are a killing cats...curiosity, you know...the two books are When God Doesn’t
Fix It by Laura Story and It’s Not Supposed to Be This Way by Lysa TerKeurst. Both highly recommended!)