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Rhythm

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Five Minute Friday
Today is my grandmother’s 89th birthday and we share a birthday, just 60 years apart. We are here celebrating with her. She is towards the end of her days, and I’m in the middle of mine; my kids are at the beginning of theirs (Lord willing). I am so thankful for the rhythm of faith and joyful service that has been passed down from my grandmother and pray that the Lord continues His grace to my children. My grandmother has loved her Lord most of the days of her life; her life has been a song of praise to her God.  In laboring to raise my own children and live led by the Spirit, I am increasingly thankful for the patterns that have been passed down to me. As the pace of her days slows, I am so blessed to realize how the rhythms of a life well-lived continue even to effect even my own children, 4 generations later

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Imagine

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Five Minute Friday
Looking out my window, I see two little boys, happily playing, totally absorbed in all they’re doing. They are flying spaceships, driving buses, digging roads and foundations. There are houses being built, daring ambulance rescues, and amazing feats of strength. All this in our little backyard. Their imaginations are hilarious! Their creative minds make our home a jungle of wild animals or outer space or a busy city street. They don’t need fancy toys or even lots of toys to enjoy and explore.

By their simple enjoyment, I’m reminded that I don’t need all kinds of stuff to enjoy life. It’s all in how you look at it!

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This is a prompt from the Gypsy Mama. Go check out her blog, and the other Five Minute Friday posts.

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Five Minute Friday
This morning, I woke up grumpy. I’ve been under the weather, got up with a crick in my neck, and my sleep was very interrupted last night. I was stumbling around the house, looking for coffee and complaining to myself. All I could see was the discomfort, inconvenience, and labor that a morning with three little kids brings with it.

But all of a sudden, the Holy Spirit reminded me that these children, this home, this day, are all precious blessings from His Hand. I deserve none of them, but He gives them to me out of His great love for me, His daughter, and they are such wonderful gifts!

So instantly, the view changed! Instead of fuzzy drab complaints, I saw beautiful, colorful blessings, and day that stretched ahead, full of grace.

“Every good and perfect gift is from above,
coming down from the Father of heavenly lights!”
~ James 1:17

This is a prompt from the Gypsy Mama. Go check out her blog, and the other Five Minute Friday posts.

Song

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Five Minute Friday
When I was a little girl, falling asleep under a ceiling fan swirl of muggy air, listening to birds, bats, and drums, my mom or dad would come in and sing me a song. I’m pretty sure I asked for “Go, Tell it on the Mountain” and “Away in the Manger” every other day for a year. And my parents sang to me of Jesus and His balm for my soul.

When I went to boarding school, my sweet mom made me a tape. She was singing the Jesus-songs and giving them to me for comfort when I was far from home for the first time.

Now, at night, after supper, after the daily daddy wrestling-match, after teeth-brushing and washing, my little family sits on the couch and reads God’s Word. Then we sing! And we dance. Our singing is not necessarily in tune, and our dancing is certainly not ballet or even in time, but we are enthusiastic as we rejoice in the Lord, we make a glad sound to him and we move our bodies in worship. And I pray that my kiddos are comforted and strengthened by the songs of Jesus, even as I am.

This is a prompt from the Gypsy Mama. Go check out her blog, and the other Five Minute Friday posts.

Again

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Five Minute Friday
This week, I loaded up my car and my three kids and drove someone I love to the airport. Again. Like all the times before, I watched him walk through the doors, waving with the boys until until we couldn’t see him anymore. I cried behind my sunglasses on the highway back home, again. And, as always, even though I miss my family scattered across the globe, I prayed to our God for them, and gave thanks to Him for using us for His kingdom. Again, I considered that the sacrifices of this present age are not worth comparing to what is kept in Heaven for us. I thought again that “Partir est mourir un peu” ~ parting is dying a little. And I am glad, again, that the parting hurts, glad that the Lord has given me a family that I love to be with, who are so very kind and loving to me, glad that it is such a sweet gift to be with them.

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This is a prompt from the Gypsy Mama. Go check out her blog, and the other Five Minute Friday posts.

5 Minute Friday: Grateful

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Today, I am grateful~

101.  to the God who made this tilt-a-whirl!

102.  for summer fun


103.  for little friends


104.  and encouraging mama-friends

105.   for the incredible gift of unexpected time with my dad


106.  family all cuddled up in my home

107.  for strength and encouragement from the living and active Word of God

108.  that the Lord God is wisely and kindly sovereign over all things, even those that I wouldn’t have chosen

109.  for laundry helpers

This is a prompt from the Gypsy Mama. Go check out her blog, and the other Five Minute Friday posts.

5 Minute Friday: Motherhood Should Come With…

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At least one extra arm! And a few extra hours in the day, and energy to use those hours well.

In reality, I think the thing I need most in motherhood is to set my heart and mind on my heavenly Father. I realize every day how very sinful and lacking I am, and how I need so much the wisdom and grace and strength and joy that can only come from God. I want to badly to mother my sons well (and honor God as I do so), but I fail dreadfully unless I am abiding in God. I find that if I am seeking Him and loving him, I am enabled to be patient and fun and consistent, but if I loose focus, and wander off into distraction and self-focus, my sin becomes all too apparent. And my sin is what keeps me from mothering well. I cannot love and serve my children and love and serve myself at the same time.

This is a prompt from the Gypsy Mama. Go check out her blog, and the other Five Minute Friday posts.