Sunday, July 17, 2016

"Where were you when I laid the foundation of the earth? Tell me, if you have understanding. Who determined its measurements - surely you know! Or who stretched the line upon it? On what were its bases sunk, or who laid its cornerstone, when the morning stars sang together and all the sons of God shouted for joy?

Or who shut in the sea with doors when it burst out from the womb. when I made clouds its garment and thick darkness its swaddling band, and prescribed limits for it and set bars and doors, and said, 'Thus far shall you come, and no farther, and here shall your proud waves be stayed?

Have you entered into the springs of the sea, or walked in the recesses of the deep? Have the gates of death been revealed to you, or have you seen the gates of deep darkness? Have you comprehended the expanse of the earth? Declare, if you know all this.

Has the rain a father, or who has begotten the drops of dew? From whose womb did the ice come forth, and who has given birth to the frost of heaven?

Can you bind the chains of the Pleiades or loose the cords of Orion? Can you lead forth the Mazzaaroth in their season, or can you guide the bear with its children? Do you know the ordinances of the heavens? Can you establish their rule on the earth?

Do you know when the mountain goats give birth? Do you observe the calving of the does? Can you number the months that they fulfill, and do you know the time when they give birth, when they crouch, bring forth their offspring, and are delivered of their young?

Do you give the horse his might? Do you clothe his neck with a mane? Do you make him leap like the locust? His majestic snorting is terrifying. He paws in the valley and exults in his strength; he goes out to meet the weapons. He laughs at fear and is not dismayed; he does not turn back from the sword.

Is it by your understanding that the hawk soars and spreads his wings toward the south? Is it at your command that the eagle mounts up and makes his nest on high?

Shall a faultfinder contend with the Almighty? He who argues with God, let him answer it. 

Then Job answered the LORD and said: "Behold, I am of small account; what shall I answer you?" 

Excerpts taken from Job 38,39 and 40.

God never did reveal to Job why he encountered hardship. The enemy took the time of hardship to spew out lies. 

Sometimes this happens in my thoughts . . . though my hardships do not measure up to Job's in the slightest . . . . 

The Lie: This is only going to get worse. 
Truth: Do not be anxious for tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. 

The Lie: You could be enjoying your children more if it were not for this. Precious time is slipping away while you waste it, here, hindered by this pain. 
The Truth: This pain is helping me keep my eyes on what lasts for eternity. Eternity will have no end and there, with a perfect body, I will enjoy not only my family but the Lord Jesus. 

The Lie: This is bad timing. Why did God allow this now? With small children? 
The Truth: Without these small children I would never force myself out of bed. I would lie there in pain feeling sorry for myself. Their needs and their faces are God's great mercy.

The Lie: God isn't going to help you get well. It's just part of living in a fallen world, and He allowed it to fall. 
This lie is the one that led my husband to read out of Job to me. 
The Truth: I am of small account. How can I question the Lord? I do not understand how the earth was made and the mysteries of sin, free will, grace, predestination, and forgiveness. If I understood, I would be God. 

I do know that, as I wake each morning, beside me is a man who has loved me like Jesus loves. I wake to the pattering feet of children who love life and have no fear of war, hunger, or cold. I awake in a beautiful home that the Lord granted to us. I awake as one who is redeemed. Not because of my works, or faith, strength, or lack of faltering. But simply because He died for me. And He loves me. 

And I know deeply that I am rich. 

Wednesday, November 11, 2015

God Has Heard

The argument I heard the other morning between two children. 
Child #1: "I just love my baby."
Child #2: "He's not your baby! He's my baby."
Child #1: "No, I'm the one who prayed for him. He's my baby. If you want your own baby you can start praying and have the next one, but Simon is my baby." 

*Mother's thoughts . . . Oh please, Lord, let child#2 forget to pray for that for just a little while. I still remember pregnancy and birth a little too freshly just now." :-) 

There are the realities of pain and of bodies being just a little more than marred and of course, the good old fashion tired. But then there is life. A soul. One created for the glory of a loving God. Somehow the marred body, the pain, the tired . . . it's just a symbol of what is necessary to give life. And now, if I can only master the fine art of leaving the house and seeing the sky more than once a week I don't think that I will feel so very unsettled in this new season of having an infant again.

My sweet and nurturing Eden. The novelty of a new baby does not ware off for her. She still asks to hold Simon multiple times a day. 

Charis was feeling so helpful this morning. She was allowed to hold Simon while standing up because I needed a hand while putting out some fires with a 2 year old and making breakfast. She was beaming from ear to ear. Oh the love of growing up and being needed! :-) 

This is child#1. I think we need to review the fact that what God gives us is not to be horded. ;-) But yes, my Zeke did pray earnestly for a brother and the Lord said "yes" to him. 

The biggest blessing this side of heaven is to be blessed in marriage to a man who wants to please Jesus. It just doesn't get better than being this man's wife. 

Holding sleeping babies is grand, though I think that Simon prefers his bed over my arms. That's a blessing too because my arms are usually busy while he sleeps. 

Wednesday, May 13, 2015

The Good Things

Just remembering these good things. I can't keep every precious thing these little ones make me . . . but I take pictures. :-)

When Today Becomes Eternity

Today dawns
Just the same

Same children
Same house
Mostly the same good
Mingled with the same bad

One tomorrow will be the last today
One day death will call
Or my Lord will return in glory

Eternity will stretch on and on
Forever in finality
Never to be changed

The yesterdays then will look so small
The pain will be forgotten
The regret, I fear, will gash at my soul
As I gaze into the eyes of Him who is love

Today is the day of salvation

The day to smile into my children's eyes
The day to look well to how I might serve another
The day to love until I forget myself
The day to trust that He can truly do all things

As time rushes by as water flowing over
It cannot be grasped
The good times will end and others begin anew

Yet He is the same and His years will never fail
I cling to Him as I step through the narrow, unknown way
He is right there
I stay close that I might know the way in which I should walk

The good and hard rush over me
Yet He is there still
Never changing
Always sufficient
Never leaving me alone or without the joy of His presence

Until this path doth end
And then I say goodbye for a time
To the good and to the hard
But it is really just a continuing of my journey

Now I see Him quite well
I weep over how I failed
I am amazed at how weak I was
How earthly minded
How easily shaken
How quickly distracted
How weak in faith

I learn in amazement once again
That He did not want me to be great
But only to trust in His greatness
Only reflect His goodwill and love
Only be so in love with Him that I cannot but speak of Him

Now I rest
And worship
And serve

I enjoy for all eternity
Fellowship unhindered
So sweet
And so greatly undeserved

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

When Heavenly Joy First Comes

When I feel so chained to this life
This world fallen
The physical realities before me
The body that is tired, imbalanced, unwell

My feet begin to slip
Into the mire of clay that enfolds me
I fight for a little health
A little sleep
A little selfish clean space

I am in the pit of loving self
And I struggle to free myself
I look around to the mess I created
And it is engulfing

But now I look up and I see a hand of strength
I know all to well
I can not free myself
And so I reach out in faith

I feel shame for being in that pit
Yes, again
I do not want to look my Savior in His loving eyes
They pierce my soul. They break my heart.

But He asks me to stay with Him
To talk to Him
To believe that though I cannot, He can
To desire no other thing more fiercely than the smile of His pleasure

To know that His pleasure means
Doing life together
Me obeying
Him leading me on

Sometimes I reach points of beauty
Sometimes the path is even
Other times I'm not sure where the trail is
Or how much longer this hill goes upward

Joy is always married to obedience
And so I must be listening and asking
Then obeying
Moment by moment

Wednesday, March 11, 2015

Scaling Walls

I turned around to see my daughter in this position. I guess rainy days brings out tendencies to scale the walls. Once one child does it, and even gets their picture taken, they all have to give it a try. 

Good days. Short years. :-)

Friday, December 26, 2014

Two Year Olds

After having three of them I can honestly still say that I love this age!

They love to be involved in everything, say the funniest things and yes, they demonstrate unreasonable behavior at times too especially during the holiday rush of being frazzled and tired. Eden took a good long nap on this Christmas day. Too long.

So long that she was lying about having to use the bathroom so she could get out of bed this evening.

Through a conversation about the sin of lying, God having to come as baby Jesus and die on the cross because of sin and the reality of heaven and hell, she sweetly said, "I don't want to go to hell."

I smiled at her sweet face. "That's why we celebrate Christmas, Eden, because Jesus came to die instead of you. He died for you so that you can go to heaven."

"I don't want to go to heaven." She persisted, whining.

Me: "Well, where do you want to go then?"

Eden: "I want to go to Costco,"

Well . . . I guess Christmas gospel messages are a little unpredictable at two. :-)