Teach us how to pray…

Teach us how to pray…

The Spit-Up Covered Glory of Each Day   Hormones swinging out, then chasing right back in; Each baby brings with him this offering. Emotions climb up high, then calm back down, Our newborn cries, we nurse, but dare not drown. But sometimes we do, and then wipe our eyes Blow our nose, and go turn off the house lights Succumb to sleep, two hours at a time Waking to sing one. more. time. “baby mine.” A new day starts, then twelve more pass at once Did I shower or ever stop for lunch? How can I be so elated and sad? Those hormones, sleep, and food would make me glad. But sometimes they don’t, ’cause sometimes they can’t. Today blends with tomorrow in a rant About the ugly and the true. But O! O, O, O! Let us breath and know, know, know, The spit up covered glory of each day. Sweet pea scented, baby powder dusted, glorious reflection of swaddled grace Turned up to receive our love, face to face. And sometimes we do stop, to smell the truth. The roses, posies, sweet pea scented truth Of love, tucked deep in the baby wrinkles Where tears of joy and exhaustion mingle.   How many times did I fall asleep nursing my newborn in the gliding chair there in the nursery?  Waking with a kink in my neck and a baby covered in milk.  It was all so messy and delicious.  And in the night, when I’d awake and nurse my child again, I often asked the Lord “How should I pray?”   “One day Jesus was praying in...
Color-coordinated adornments

Color-coordinated adornments

  I’m packed up and ready to go!  So excited to be heading to the Allume Conference in South Carolina this week.  Truly Truly!  Here’s a very shallow confession: While I am thrilled about receiving all the spiritual and practical encouragement I need as a writer, I am equal parts excited about laying out some pretty outfits and color coordinated jewelry.  I even got my toe nails done in a dreamy coral hue then planned my weekend wardrobe around a palate of colors to compliment my toes.  From earrings to  shoes to my pretty notebooks all with pops of coral, packed away for three fanciful days of learning, worshipping, and making new friends.   Making new friends.   And it dawned on me this morning, as I dipped my pretty toes into the second chapter of James, if I’m all color-corordinated, strolling through the posh lobby at the Hyatt in downtown Greensville, I might miss out on the mismatched miracles all around me.  Like friendship treasure standing right in front of me in line for a chai latte that first morning, but her grey yoga pants didn’t coordinate with my look, and so I never see her.  Completely miss out on the beauty she is and the beauty she shares.   My brothers and sisters, believers in our glorious Lord Jesus Christ must not show favoritism.  Suppose a man comes into your meeting wearing a gold ring and fine clothes, and a poor man in filthy old clothes also comes in.  If you show special attention to the man wearing fine clothes and say, ‘Here’s a good seat for you,’ but say to the poor man, ‘You stand there’ or...
Say Yes to Your Husband

Say Yes to Your Husband

Summer is the Season of Yes.   “Yes, you may swim…  Yes, I’ll play a board game with you… The beach again?  Why, of course…   I’ve already championed our need to Slow Down and Say Yes to our Kids This Summer!  Saying Yes to their summertime fun is actually saying Yes to our relationships with them.  Meeting them in the sunshine and rubbing bronzed shoulders, because we only have a limited number of summers left to collect these Coppertone scented memories.   But today my husband is top of mind, because when the children are grown and gone, and all we have left are memories of summers past, our relationship with their father remains constant and tangible.  Wake up, role over, and there he is.  Again.  And so this summer I am purposing to set aside a hefty quota of Yes’ for him too.     So why is it so hard to say yes to my husband? And why is it so hard to say yes to your husband? Why do my Yes’ come so slowly when he asks… “Want to stop by Home Depot on our way home from church?”   um…  “Can you finish that later?  Come watch this movie with me.”  well… “You want to get a babysitter so I can take you out on the motorcycle.  … not really. “Why don’t you grab your computer and sit outside with me while I work on the sprinklers.”  uh…    When I think about My Honey reaching out to be in relationship with me, I want to say Yes.  But in these busy days of saying Yes to three little boys, my husband’s requests for...
Pass the Easel – Titus 2

Pass the Easel – Titus 2

A handful of days before I turned forty, I spoke to a room of beautiful women, spanning generations.  The Topic:  How to consider it Pure Joy amidst various trials – in every season of our lives.  I was up front sharing my battle scars of hard earned truth, and the message went deep. Deep into hearts young and old, and mine too. Afterwards Jacqui walked up.  Broken, face baptized by tears, shoulders still shaking. I took her hand and we sat together.  Out poured her story, mothering 3 small children under the age of 3. Her young at home, her own youth, losing herself in the weary making CHALLENGES of motherhood were all so similar to my own challenges over recent years.  Our conversation moved like the tide; she shared, I affirmed, I shared, she nodded, I prayed, she cried, I listened, she smiled.  Out came her notebook and we jotted down ideas of how she might set aside time each day to merely abide. Then I asked to come to her home the next week. Later that day I told my oldest child about Ms. Jacqui, and suggested we find a way to help her. Seven days later we were on our way to her home with a few of my favorite Mama Books of encouragement, and the remnant of Baby Einstein videos I held onto for sentiments sake. My son was a dear friend to her 2 1/2 year old, strong-willed boy, as I made the twin girls laugh. Then we loaded the children into our car and took them to a park, leaving Jacqui on her couch, with her guitar and bible. We returned the children home in...