Momspiration Article #2

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Momspiration

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Flowers from Daddy

The vase on Tori's dresser is half-empty. "Where did the flowers go that Daddy gave you?" "I gave them away. To Mrs. Ski, and Kylie, and Cathy, and Julianna, and the Cleaning Ladies, and Becca, and Sarah." So blessed am I to have a little girl who is generous and good. Oh wait, I am triple blessed. Thank you, God for my three little girls.

Daddy rules!

"Daddy rules with a green thumb and an iron fist." Daughter #1

"Does that mean we can get more plants?" Daughter #2

Something that starts with Q

My three year old daughter is learning to sound out letters and associate them with written words. I heard her from the kitchen practicing the hard "C" sound.

"Hey, Mommy!" She calls to me, thrilled with her discoveries in linguistics. "I know something that starts with Q! Cucumber!"

Lint?

While driving my daughters to dance class today, my oldest read the sign of the sermon series at a small Lutheran church. "Finding the joy in lint. Lint? Where is the joy in that?"

Guest Blogger

Today I am honored to be a guest blogger on Lara Scott's blog. She is the talented host at 95.9 The Fish. (One of the largest Christian radio stations in California) We grew up together in a sleepy little town in Southwest Florida. (I sorely miss it on days like today---with my backyard covered in three feet of icy, packed snow)

Check out her blog at www.fish959.com/lara. You will love her upbeat and compassionate posts. Click on the blue blog button to see today's devotion.

Rush Hour

Rush Hour

In the early morning hours of an average weekday, I sit in the dark on the couch in my family room. The whole house is asleep, that is, everyone but me and our speckled alley cat who is purring loudly next to me, hoping to be fed.

In just fifteen minutes the race will begin: a frenzied dash for the school bus that includes waking, feeding and dressing a five and seven year old, while fielding a two year old trying hard to catch up with her big sisters.

But this is my quiet time; a time I try to spend with God every day. For a few peaceful moments I sit by myself to read the Bible and pray. I cover myself with a soft fleece blanket and close my eyes.

Please God, bless my husband today at work. Keep him safe. Please watch over my children. Keep them healthy. Help them learn. Help them grow. Please help me to be a good mother and wife. Watch over my mother. Bless my brothers and their wives. Please heal my friend, bless her new baby.

I continue, pouring out my concerns to God. I am comforted and know that He has heard me. My eyes are closed.

I try to enjoy being still, but the advancing clock propels my eyes to open. I hear the low rumble of the highway near our house, signaling the beginning of rush hour. I sigh with sudden weariness. My rush hour has begun too. There is so much to do, a barrage of breakfast requests, the lunchboxes, the backpacks, library books, field trip permission slips, and homework folders to remember. Mix the above with tooth brushing, ponytails, a wardrobe change or two, and an average day has begun.

I think: These kids don’t have a clue how much I do for them. Any second they will appear and start asking me for things faster than machine gun fire. My shoulders tense up and I realize that I am overwhelmed before my day has begun. Some days I get tired of all the requests and wish we could sit and enjoy being together on the couch.

Then I start to wonder, God, do you ever just get tired of me constantly asking you for things?

As if in reply, my youngest daughter appears in the doorway, rubbing sleepy eyes.

She walks over to me on the couch and climbs into my arms. She lays her blonde head on my chest. She snuggles into me, and I rest my head on top of hers. I feel the warmth of her trusting body and know that she loves me. We are content simply being together. She reaches up to touch my face, and my heart is filled.

The sleepy girl in my lap shows me what my prayer life has been missing. I apologize to my heavenly Father, and relax in a moment of loving Him. I just enjoy being still. I thank God for listening to me, for loving me, and for not sighing in weariness for all the things I ask of Him.

On the brown couch in my living room, I imagine us both sitting in the lap of our loving Father, reaching up in love to touch His face.

My rush hour begins, but with a new appreciation for the requests ahead of me. I make the breakfasts, pack the lunchboxes, and dress three girls with love, realizing how similar we are.

Be still and know that I am God Psalm 46:10

Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength. Mark 12:30