Monday, January 31, 2011
We're opening boxes and Florence is wearing cousin clothes.
Aunt Rachel knit the pink ballet sweater, passed from Selma to Florence.
I snuggled her today, smooth baby skin against wrinkled grandmother skin, "Little girl, you have family. . .the sweetest mom and dad, 2 sets of grandparents, 30 aunts and uncles and 32 cousins -with more on the way!"
Ah, you are blessed.
Friday, January 28, 2011
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
0-24 years in the blink of an eye. . .way to fast. I'm in New York and Jeremiah is celebrating his birthday in Texas-he's not the baby of the family, but almost.
This morning Nathaniel and Abi took little Florence to her first check up; I puttered and worked around, listening to a message on Psalm 119. . .How can a young man keep himself pure? By guarding it according to your word. With my whole heart I seek you; let me not wander. . .(vs 9,10)
hmm. . .these sons of mine, these young men-now I rarely cook them breakfast or fold their clothes (make a birthday cake)-but certainly, I can pray. . .
Monday, January 24, 2011
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Next morning I got up ready, washed my face, slipped on jeans, sweater, Danskos-and then I discovered that it was the baby's big day afterall, imagine that!
So Abi was doing the hardest work a woman ever does-like running a marathon- Mom, I wish I could push the pause button on this-hmmm, I vaguely remember.
Perhaps I encouraged endurance, trust-but I don't know. . .I was feeling so reflective, to think. . .I labored like this with her, and now 28 years later. . .oddly, I felt like I was doing part of the work- and with the final push there was sweet baby girl, born with dark hair just like her mother 28 years ago.
Feels like I just ran a 2 day marathon in my Dansko clogs ( in my 6th decade).
God is good and He gives endurance to the weak and faint. . .
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Monday, January 17, 2011
hmmm, I love Psalm 27-the pages of my Bible in that spot are worn, wrinkled, written on-
I've been traveling a lot lately, and finally I'm facing up to the fact that I pack way too many books in my carry on bag. It looks like this. . . I settle my small self into the middle seat and then profusely apologize to the kind folks on either side as I wrestle in my bag, bumping them as I go. . .
I've resolved to carry less-so last month when I flew to California, I searched around here for a slim, light selection to tuck in my carry-on bag. From a stack of books that Rachel left behind, I choose A Shelter in the Time of Storm by Paul David Tripp (meditations on God and trouble from Psalm 27).
I considered, "I've never read it, everybody has troubles, I need God in the storms, and I love Psalm 27! "
So-I traveled to California and came home to Texas still readying this little book, determined to make Psalm 27 more my own.
Shelter in the Time of Storm includes 52 meditations, each about 2 pages long, concluding with 2 personal challenges. Last week I read meditation 26, "The Rejection of Rejection"- My father and my mother have forsaken me, but the Lord will take me in (vs 10) The author points to my Savior's rejection as the ultimate rejection and then asks this question: "In what ways would your practical, daily living change if you lived with a deep and lively sense of appreciation for the horror of the rejection Jesus faced for you?"
a worthy pursuit-I keep thinking about it. . .
Thursday, January 13, 2011
And the books are still loved around here-2 evenings last week Mercy and I stayed warm with knitting and tea and blankets while she read Betsy and the Big World aloud to us.
I'm thinking some more about this season of my life- on Sunday at our church meeting, my friend Patricia introduced herself to Mercy-my baby; it's curious that I live and work and worship side by side with lots of people who barely know my grown children.
Really, the transition has been going on for years-I'm getting use to it, slowly. I tell my heart, You didn't raise these children to pitch a tent in your backyard. . .
I remember my true identity-I'm in Christ, permanently adopted as his beloved child! (Eph 1:3. . .)
So- Mercy, my baby, began a new semester at college yesterday.
God is growing us both and I'm so thankful for His good plan. . .really, I am.
Monday, January 10, 2011
I love thinking about that week- days full of work and play. . .and plenty of good books. Malachai always discovers the best ones, books squeezed together, hidden in my dusty shelves.
Thursday, January 6, 2011
"And God is able to make all grace abound to you so that having all sufficiency in everything you may have an abundance for every good deed." (2 Cor 9:8)
God commands us to forgive as He forgives and then He supplies plenty of grace.
So. . .all grace abounds, all sufficiency, in everything, an abundance. . .God's grace is an amazing, mysterious resource-and it abounds to you, to me.
I'm intrigued by the testimony of those who have been capable of supernatural acts of forgiveness-women like Esther Ahn Kim, Helen Rosevere, Darlene Debler Rose, each bearing a bold testimony of Ephesians 4:32.
But for you and me. . .when it seems impossible to forgive (or when I don't want to)-no matter the extent of the offense, God's grace abounds to me-all suffcient, abundant, all grace.
Once upon a time. . .a dear one was the target of wrongful accusations, cruel comments, slander; wrongfulness overflowed to me and continued with vengeance. . . a confusing, painful season 0f my life. But-all grace abounded to me, then . . . still.
And not because I'm good-but because He IS and His grace abounds, God inclined my heart to my offender, and we were reconciled, Amazing. . .
"The path of the righteous is like the light of dawn, that shines brighter and brighter til the full day. The way of the wicked is like darkness; they do not know over what they stumble." (Prov 4: 18)
Plainly, when I refuse to forgive, I stumble in the darkness .
Ahh, but the light of dawn shines brighter and brighter. . .like the path of the Christ follower, obsessed with forgiveness.
Monday, January 3, 2011
hmmm-I haven't sent a paper copy of our family news in years; life keeps sprinting ahead of my pen-and then I wonder, what exactly do I want to write, anyway? there are always changes that define our lives in some way-like my mom went to heaven in November, and the delight of these added. . .
hmmm, worthy pursuits-we'll see how it looks in 2011. . .