My child, you burden yourself with way too many expectations.
They are stealing away your joy.
My child, you make them way too high for yourself.
You are just a little boy.
My child, I don’t expect you to always be first,
fastest, or the best.
My child, calm down and relax,
In Me, you can rest.
My child–Please, you need to know
Your value is not based on what you do.
My child, all I’ve ever wanted
is for you to know—
I LOVE YOU.
But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart. Luke 2:19
Last night I had the joy of sitting with my three boys and watching video footage of them from when they were babies. There were so many incredible blessings I was able to see again, and some for the very first time.
I saw my husband holding his boys in his arms and dancing and playing with them.
I saw the birth of our second son, who took three days and finally a C-section to deliver! (I had never watched the footage before.)
I saw my two oldest, one was three and the other was about nine months, playing in the bathtub, laughing and giggling with those from-the-gut, belly laughs.
I saw numerous Christmas mornings where my sweet babies’s eyes transformed from sleepy to brilliant and sparkling with excitement.
I was even blessed with footage of my father that I had never seen before.
And while these are incredibly precious blessings I was able to see on the TV, they paled in comparison to watching my boys, who are so much older now, watch themselves.
My oldest, whom I have written about many times because he’s now entering those teenage years, leaned on my shoulder and softly shared, “I wish I could go back to those times again. They were so free.” Wow.
My middle one saw his first Christmas when Santa brought him his panda bear, and his face lit up! He then quickly dashed to his bedroom to find Panda, whom he had dismissed to his pile of stuffed animals a couple of years ago. When I tucked him in for the night, guess who he was snuggled up with? Panda.
My youngest sat quietly as we watched footage of my dad, and then he asked, “Did Grandpa love me, too?” (He passed away when my youngest was about 6 months old) “Oh, yes!” I responded through tears, “He loved you, dearly!”
I saw our family. I was reminded of beautiful memories that have been stored in my heart for years; memories that bond us together forever; memories that bring us closer; memories that strengthen us as we all grow.
Thank you, Lord, for letting me see your work in our lives through these home movies!
Five Minute Fridays
Another great topic for Five Minute Friday! The topic is–Identity. Thank you, Gypsy Mama
By these I am not defined.
The clothes I wear,
The jewelry I own,
The car I drive,
Where I reside in my home–
By these my value is not determined.
Because of Christ, I am
Forgiven. (Ephesians 1:3-10)
I am His. That’s who I am.
Yesterday’s Five Minute Friday topic was the word–real. I wrote an entry about how frustrated I am with how little real time I’m able spend with my children. I basically had a little fit right here with my computer. It was a heartfelt expression of how quickly they are growing and how fast the time is going by, and not only is the quantity of time we spend together decreasing, but the quality of time is, too. I ranted about how I don’t want this to be the case. I want real connections with my children, and yet I’m finding myself at a loss for being able to do that.
Well, about thirty minutes after I posted it, I deleted the whole thing. Don’t get me wrong–I was happy with the writing, and the topic is one to which many others can relate; however, as I reread it, I realized there were two extremely important things that went awry with this piece.
1) I had not turned to my Heavenly Father first. Instead, I turned to my computer to find others who might commiserate with my plight. As I am working to “write the Psalms on my heart,” I am seeing over and over how David calls out to God. Psalm 2:12 says, Blessed are all who take refuge in him. Psalm 3:4 says, To the Lord I cry aloud, and he answers me from his holy hill. Psalm 7 says, Arise, O Lord! Deliver me, O my God. Psalm 5:2 says, Listen to my cry for help, my King and my God. And my new favorite, Psalm 5:3 says, In the morning, O Lord, you hear my voice; in the morning I lay my requests before you and wait in expectation. He wants us to call out to HIM, not everyone else.
2) I did not include any scripture. Instead, I ranted like I was griping to one of my dear girlfriends. Now, I know it has become the norm in our society to basically blurt out whatever is on our hearts to any who will listen, but I’m learning that when we do that, we immediately take the reins ourselves and deny the power of the Holy Spirit. We must not forget that when we speak God’s word (or in this case, write it), the power of the Holy Spirit is released, and His strength, grace, and mercy, washes over all that is in our hearts. He can help us see what we can’t see on our own. I don’t ever want to deny that power again.
I have been wrestling with Satan’s attempts to place distance between my children and me. I was doing it all on my own, though. But do you know what? God was right there with me the whole time, and when I came to the “end of myself” (a phrase I always use), He showed Himself to me in the most stunning way.
Last night, in the darkness, a shockingly intense lightning storm hovered over our neighborhood. Blinding light flashed continuously for almost two hours. In that time, two of my children scrambled into our room and climbed into our arms. At one point, we all moved downstairs for safety, and while there, my youngest fell asleep in my arms. His scared, tense body slowly started to relax as I rubbed his head. His gasps of fear softened, until all I could feel was the gentle rhythmic breathing of a child who found refuge.
Tears flowed from my eyes, and as I gazed at my son sleeping peacefully, I poured my heart out to the One who really needed to hear it. You see, we are no different than a young child who tries to wrestle the fears of a thunderstorm on his own. When it finally becomes too scary, we, too, can scramble to our Daddy and find refuge.
And we can wake to a new day…washed clean with new mercies…and embrace it.
Lord, I just praise you and thank you. Amen.
By Christy M.
And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to His purpose. Romans 8:28
Five Minute Friday
I am so incredibly thankful for today’s Five Minute Friday topic–Together. Thank you, Gypsy Mama
Time is a tricky thing, you know…
It has been six long years. At first, she was so heartbroken and shattered. She longed so desperately to leave and be with her husband. She longed for the incredible aching to stop. She knew then that there would never, ever be anyone who could fill that part of her heart again.
I watched her struggle. I listened to her cries as she sobbed and mourned her loss. As she mourned how they would never be together on this earth again.
Time takes time, you know…
Over the next couple of years, the crying waned, but the sadness remained. Anniversaries, birthdays, changing of seasons, visits with grandchildren. These are what brought the tears; the missing; the longing.
Time is a powerful thing, though, you know…
Then a long-time friendship grew with a dear friend who experienced the same kind of loss, the same heartache, and the same longing to be together with his wife.
Time is a healing thing, you know…
Now, the two encourage each other. They come from a place of such deep understanding of one another. They lift each other up. They help each other. They respect each other and the families from which they both come. They take away each other’s sadness. They love each other; something neither one of them ever thought they would do again.
Now, they are going to be wed. To LIVE their lives together here on this earth.
Time is a beautiful thing. Time is a God thing.
I love you, Mom.
Five Minute Fridays!
Thanks again to The Gypsy Mama
for my Five Minute Fridays! God Bless, Christy at Cross Moms
Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; the old has gone, the new has come! 2 Corinthians 5:17
Good-bye need to control.
Good-bye all or nothing attitude.
Good-bye not good enough.
Good-bye I can’t do this.
Good-bye I don’t deserve it.
Good-bye grass greener on the other side.
Good-bye I wish I were more like you.
Good-bye I wish I had that, too.
Because of Christ, I’m now NEW!