Showing posts with label Thanks. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Thanks. Show all posts

March 03, 2008

Handpicked by God

I am not just doing tasks. I am building a legacy. I am shaping God's kingdom. I am in the process of not only discovering my calling but that of my family as well. And I don't know about you, but it sure does make me look at my everyday tasks... even the smelly laundry in a whole different light.

Dear Lord, thank you that even when I feel overlooked, I can rest in the fact that I am handpicked by You. Help me to live my life for an audience of One. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.


This is the end of today's Proverbs 31 Ministries Devotional. In it today's writer, Lysa TerKeurst, speaks of how, when she gets up, she faces the tasks of everyday life. It's daunting---isn't it? Every morning, getting up and looking at the floor, the toys tossed from one end of the house to the other, the laundry that needs washed (and folded, and deposited in the right room/dresser), the dishes that need washed, the mouths that need fed. The baby whose butt needs changed. But there has to be a reason. Lysa spoke about how, in her communing with God, her pause at the start of the day, He pointed her to the path that David had to take to become king. He didn't take the throne right away---it wasn't even assumed by his own father that he had the possibility of becoming king, he was just the youngest child. But God had in mind great things for him. To become a great king. To become the roots of a lineage that would lead to the Savior Himself.

And his character was built by one of the simplest of tasks. Shepherding his flock. Lysa didn't mention this, but during my reading, I did pause for a moment and ponder the fact that Jesus Himself is often called the Shepherd as well.

As moms, we have to take a second to step back and look at the big picture. And, frankly, it doesn't really even matter if you are Christian or not---this is true for all of us. As moms, we have a large place in this world. Bigger than many people even notice (Okay, I WON'T get on my soapbox here with the tangent I often like to go in.). Our kids' futures are in our hands. We shape how they will look at the world, how they will present themselves to the world, even how the world will see them. And it's not done in big leaps, or long lectures, or even the long, sitdown talks. No, it's in the small things---having dinner on the table, washing clothes, teaching our kids to brush their teeth.

And, of course, while we are here, doing God's work in teaching our children, it's also shaping us. How many times in church have you heard that He knows our very heart---our thoughts, our prayers, our desires, our trials, our (gulp) errors? And, as with our job as moms, it's not in the big things---the pronouncements from the heavens; the big lump sum of money, however we get it; that new apartment; that nice car we've been wanting for a while. No, it's in the small things---the small prayer for, oh, I don't know, help to focus on just our hubbies (that's how I got the sizzle sizzle in the bedroom. I really think that T still doesn't believe me that it was really an answer to a prayer for me.); the repeated tasks of taking care of our hubbies and our babies, our homes. Even if we don't like where we are right at this second. He's got plans for us. He's got things waiting in the wings---if we only ask, if we only wait, if we only trust in Him to get us there. In His time, and He will give us the strength to get through it, to wait out the tough times, to love when we want to bolt, to trust that these trials and tribulations are for a reason.

I don't know about you, but when it comes right down to it and I realize that He's there, to comfort me, to reassure me, to carry me through my tough times, I feel a whole dang lot better.

Yes, in deed...

Thank you God.

December 20, 2007

Thursday Thirteen - THANKS!

I wanted to thank everyone for their GREAT comments last week! It made me feel good to see how people looked at my relationship with my hubby, I love my life with him, and thank God every day I have him. I know how truly lucky I am to have such a great guy (most of the time!). It's not picture perfect, but it's not hell on earth either :-) I thought my parents had THE GREATEST love story when I was growing up, now I've got one almost as nice! (if you're not a steady reader, they've been together 33 years!) I hope my sister (who has now been married 2 years) and both our kids are able to be just as lucky in their love lives! And also, thank you for reading. Your comments are what make doing this REALLY FUN!!!!! Do you get the same thrill I do???

I want to impart a bit of an explanation that one of the responses prompted.

My ex-best friends (I have 2 friends who are now my ex-friends, both for different reasons) used to complain about their guys ALL THE TIME. So I know how downright horrible some women can be, even if their relationships are actually pretty dang good. It was with both of them---and, frankly, kinks we had to work out in our own relationship....if I had a nickel for every time T told me "I'm not so and so's husband" in the first 5 years we were married, I wouldn't need the candle biz to pay off certain bills!---and how hard they complained and crabbed about their guys but still stayed with them, plus a little bit of my mom pointing out how hard he works for us and how he's stayed here even
though he probably wants to be back out in Colorado by HIS family, that cemented in me the resolve to look for mostly the great things about my guy. There are things I don't like about him (I won't go into it now, but I'm sure I've complained a time or two before), or that aggravate me to no end, but overall I know how wonderful he is, and how much I love him, and how very very lucky I am to be Mrs. L and his *Dear*. :-) His arms have ALWAYS been that one place where nothing else exists, just me and him (and maybe the kids from time to time :-D). It's one place that, seriously, my mind is calm, and peaceful, and I can relax. I can't describe it any better than that. And I mean JUST when hugging the guy :-D (if anyone else had another idea---get your MIND out of the GUTTER!).