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Your Move

Have you ever felt that life was like a game of . . . (insert game of choice). The cliché would finish by saying “chess,” but in my house the games of choice would be Memory, Yahtzee, or Go Fish.

I am sure at times we have felt that we are just going through the motions, living from one moment to the next. If you have small children in your home, there are times when you live minute to minute, trust me, I’ve been there. As mothers we can be so overwhelmed by this role and the job it brings that we miss opportunities God has placed in our paths.

Into His Hands

When you hear the word vision what first comes to mind? The sight you have from your eyes? The dreams you have had? A mental image of a hope for the future?

Vision can also be expressed by the desires of our heart, the goals we desire to be lived out by ourselves and those we love. Is there anyone in your life that you have a vision for? As mothers, I am confident to say that our children come to mind. We desire the best for them from their education to future spouses. We want to ensure they have every opportunity to succeed and to be best prepared for the world when they leave our nest.

It is only natural for us to have these desires. I, myself have these visions for my children. I also desire for my boys to be men of God and my daughter to be a woman of God. The visions I have for them I lay into the hands of God. I am well aware of the world outside my front door and around the world, but I know we serve a mighty God—a God Who will call and equip my children and yours.

Christmas and Missions

Growing up in a Baptist church there are two distinct times of the year that I remember different looking offering envelopes in the back of the church pews. It was around Christmas and Easter. These special offerings are named for two past servants of Jesus on the missions field, abroad and at home—Lottie Moon and Annie Armstrong. These two offerings then and today provide for the missionaries who serve “at home” (North American Mission Board, or NAMB) and “abroad” (International Mission Board, or IMB).

During December, WMU® provides an excellent resource to intentionally explore an international missions field and its needs. This year the focus is Indonesia. I am super excited about the literature and resources they have available to explore all the areas of this country; it will be like taking a trip minus the airfare.

Words of Wisdom

Is there a particular phrase that you can recall hearing more than most from growing up? For me, the words “Be thankful and have a humble heart” come to mind. Whether in school, church, or in the community these are words that have resonated with me even into adulthood.

There are times when the scale of humility teeters from modesty/not prideful to not worthy/no credit deserved. It is important to understand the context in which we use the words humble and humility and where our heart is in the process.

As children we are quick to be prideful because our world revolves around us. It is important to teach humility to our children. As we get older, humility can be seen more as “the quiet, silent type”; shown by individuals who address a need or concern and do not make it a public announcement. They know the need or concern being addressed is far greater than the need of drawing attention to themselves.

How to Love

Many times I have wished the English language did a better job at breaking down the word “love.” In the Hebrew language, “love” is broken down into raya, ahava, and dod. In Greek we read of phileo, agape, and eros. Both languages break down “love” into the aspects of friendship, commitment/relational, and passion. Why does the English language ball all these aspects into just one word?

Our relationship with the Lord should be our number one priority and should be the first love of our life. But in our culture and with the definition of love as we have, it is difficult for us to grasp and identify what this looks like. How do I begin to compare and define love for my husband, my children, my family, and my Lord? It can’t be the same for all. We are talking about the love for a Savior Who died for us, an eternal love, and a love for those in my life that is an earthly, temporal love.

Are You Keeping Score?

It is safe to say that on any given topic not everyone will agree with you. Even as moms there are plenty of topics that can stir up mixed emotions, but as children of God we should not let these differences cause divisiveness among us. When we allow our flesh and focus to be of the world we can become so obsessed with “fixing it” and “having that person see our side” that before we know it our eyes are off of God and we are in dangerous territory. We are now the one “calling the shots” and essentially telling God, “I’ve got this covered.” I have been guilty of this before and the outcome was “no bueno” (not good).

Not too long ago my heart was deeply saddened and frustrated by another person close to me. At first, I was so focused on the issue I had no room to forgive or extend love to that person. God convicted my heart of this selfish, self-righteous attitude.  He made it very clear to me that He loved that individual and me just the same. Whether or not that person would ever rectify the hurts was not for me to keep track of. What I was called to do involved praying for that person and forgiving her even when she had not asked for forgiveness.

Why? When? How Come?

I just love when my children ask me questions that I am required to delicately think of age-appropriate answers for (sense the sarcasm?). Children have no filter so a Mama has to always be on her toes. There have been times when their questions make me smile, like when my five-year-old wanted to know why his athletic shorts did not have a protective cup like his eight-year-old brother’s. He stated he was not going to play baseball without having one himself.

Then there are the more serious questions like when my mother was involved in a serious accident earlier this year and my boys wanted to know if Grandma was going to walk again? I did not have a definite answer to give, but my five-year-old did. He proudly spoke up and said, “If Grandma has to be in a wheelchair then we will get Daddy to build her a ramp so she can get in our house.” His precious heart was so overwhelmed with the circumstances and trying to figure out the future that he was seeking to find a solution.

Mom . . . I’m hungry

As a mother I am sure you can relate to the following scenario: Mom enters kitchen to find pantry door wide open, refrigerator door open and standing in the coolness of the fridge a child searching high and low for . . . something to eat. I am fairly certain you have also heard your child say these four famous words, “There’s nothing to eat.” It can be very frustrating to hear these words come out of your child’s mouth when you know there are boys and girls who truly have nothing to eat, let alone have the luxury of being choosy.

It is heartbreaking to see pictures from around the world of hungry children who are not guaranteed to go to bed with a full tummy. The thought of world hunger relief can be very overwhelming. Where do we start? How can we help? I believe before you can go global you need to address local too. We need to ensure that we are aware and engaged in meeting the needs of our own community.

Who Am I Following?

Have you ever had to follow someone when traveling in a vehicle? It can be quite frustrating if the person leading has forgotten that he or she is leading you, especially if you are in an unfamiliar area. I’m sure we can all relate to having the person in front slip through the yellow light and then here we are stuck, sitting at a red light, trying to watch as far as we can to see where we need to follow.

To be honest, sometimes I feel that the same can be said for my obedience to God. I will run out of fingers and toes to list all the times I tried to be the “lead” car with God. Isn’t it silly? How can I think that I know better than God? When we call it out like this it does sounds silly; however, it’s not always a blatant, “I am going to take the lead, God.”

It begins when we lose our focus. We get so distracted by life events, people, and things around us that we forget to keep our focus on God. We begin to get impatient with God’s timing that we improvise and find a “short-cut.” I don’t know about you, but the “short-cuts” I have taken in my life always make things more difficult and longer in the end.

Can You Hear Me?

Congratulations! If you are reading this then you have successfully found a moment to break away for some time for you. I know how precious and fleeting this time can be so please know these blogs that I write and share will honor what time you have. So let’s not waste any time…

Have you ever felt so distracted in your own environment that you can’t hear God? The sounds of little people’s voices arguing, chairs scooting across the kitchen floor, doors opening and closing, questions being asked, the clinking and clanging of snaps and buttons hitting the side walls of the dryer, dogs barking, a baby crying? It can be very challenging to find a place of peace, of quiet, and be able to focus, to talk to the only source to replenish our weary selves, God.

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