When you know you are loved by God

She lays her tiny hand on me when I nurse her. Hans that will one day know good from evil. She looks at me so intently as if she is memorizing every line, every freckle, every curl that surrounds my face. There is nothng but love that looks back at me. A toothless grin from time to time that seems as if it came fresh from the Father.

                                                

She completely trusts me to care for her, to keep her dry and and full. Only the Father could trust me with this little life. She holds out her arms for me to pick her up and to spend time with her. He too holds out His arms of love to me to, the desire of wanting to spend time with me communing with Him spirit to spirit. She nuzzles in close to feel my breath and to touch mamma warmth against her skin. I to snuggle into Jesus at the end of a day. Me wanting to lean in close and feal Father warmth against me. Knowing He is caring for me feeding me and keeping me dry through the storms. How His spiritual food can fill you when you are desperately hungry to be filled full. She falls safely to sleep in my arms so secure in being wrapped tightly in Mother love. I too fall securely asleep knowing that I too am wrapped tightly in my Father's love. He walked  the earth telling people the way to His Father's Love. Letting them see first hand what the Father's love looked like, felt like. They experienced first hand what it meant to wrapped in His love. Most rejected this love, some received it. Other's used it to get what they wanted from Him but He freely gave of Himself. I'm asking you beloved this Easter. What will you do with Jesus? Will you reject Him?  Reject His Love? Will you use Him?  Use His Love to get what you want? Or will you receive Him. Receive His Love. Don't you too want to experiece His Love and commune with Him Spirit to Spirit?
                                      

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Spirit To Spirit, Heart To Mamma Heart, Sister To Christ Sister

She had called just when it began to get messy, just when the situation turned hard, very hard. The meltdown was more than I could bare. I retreated with our little joy girl to her room to nurse her. My husband was given the wisdom to walk away and let this breaking down take place and pour itself right out. It had lasted longer than I thought it would. When will these type moments be over? When will he be able to subdue his emotions and bring them under control. Our emotions run wild in this house and they wear a person right out. Left feeling empty of everything you have to parent against them.

                                         

                                          


Her phone call was a divine appointment with the Spirit himself. She read His word to me. She read of promises His promises. The ones of strength, and never leaving me or forsaking me. She read of casting burdens to Him and letting
Him take them. She talked of taking His yoke upon me and taking His rest. She to has her own good and perfect gift. She knows all to well how draining it is to raise and parent with all the deficet's in a child's brain. I talked of escaping for the weekend to just have a break . She quietened her children down in the background and offered to pray with me. How refreshing it was to me to have her pray over me and know that my Savior was interceding for me in that very moment. My eyes brimmed and flowed with thick wet tears. The tears of a desperate Mamma feeling so inadequate of the load to carry. She told me that Motherhood is not for the faint-hearted. I agree with her. I know I was meant to be a mother .I had prayed for a long time to be a mamma. God had blessed me with good and perfect gift and our joy girl.
                                  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

He had some things he wanted to perfect in me through being a mamma. Most days this purging of self stretches and pulls. I feel that I might just be pulled right through. He sends just the right person at just the right time to minister to me through His word. He never fails me. He shows His love to me in the most profound ways.

 

 

 

                                        
Yes, the meltdowns are more than I can bare at times but when I hear my Daddy's voice through the voice of my Christ Sister , letting me know He is there it makes all the difference in the world.

It is quiet in the house and the meltdown has ended. My spirit is calmed and we can enjoy our nightly ritual of bedtime in the calm of the spirit.

Daddy, sometimes I feel so inadequate to raise this good and perfect gift you gave me to pour out your love into. May you equip me with all the wisdom I need to raise him to love you. Will you cover over all the mistakes with your love and lead him to become a Christ follower in spite of all of my misgivings. Please fill in the gaps where I'm lacking Daddy. In Jesus mighty and holy and wonderful name I pray Amen.

Continuing to count more of the ways He loves me.

4,308. My Christ Sister
4,309. Daddy speaking to me through her,
4,310. His word and how it soothes and comforts.
4,311. The women's promise bible
4,312. The prompting of His Spirit
4,313. The obedience of my Christ sister.
4,314. The privilege to rqaise 2 for His kingdom glory
4,315. Meltdowns that drain me right through. * Hard Eucharisteo.
4,316. My helpful husband

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Just Surviving

They are filled with early mornings, bottles,

diapers, fussiness, homeschooling, temper tantrums,melt downs, and the like. My Motherhood days. Most days I feel alone in this journey. Mother's are busy with their own families. By the time I get the three of us ready to go out the door, I'm completely worn out and feel like going nowhere. My husband helps me out when he gets home, but there is no one to help me weather the rough days, I feel like. I don't tend to call on friends because I know that they are busy and probably can't help out. I'm completely worn out by the end of the day. I have poured myself out to everyone and have nothing left to offer to anyone else. I am tired to the bone. Does this sound like you sweet mamma friend?

 

 I found this wonderful book to be such an encouragement to me. If this sounds like you. Then I would suggest that you order it and begin reading it along with me. I would love the opportunity to discuss this with other mammas who need to be encouraged.

 

 

                            Here is the video that  Sarah Mae  has posted on her web site.            


Sally even offers a free download of a small group guide!

watch Sally's encourageing video.

                                      

 

Never Let'em See You Sweat. Really?

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It was a catch phrase in an old anti perspirant commercial. We have used this phrase in many other sittings as well. In interviews, in ballgames and the like. I have often heard it used in parenting circles as well. Never let your kids see you sweat. Really? It has come to me when in situations this week that I have called on my Daddy for help that I did it sliently in my heart not letting good and perfect gift see me or hear me in my distress. What a disservice I have let him see.
                He deals with fear of monsters and such. I tell him call out to Jesus and he will be with you. We have this bible verse that we say when we are afraid. He listens carefully and then says his verse. He proceeds to walk confidantly into the room that he is afraid of. I fear I have taught him that mommy tries to handle her tough times on her own because he has never seen me calling out when I need help. He has never seen me sweat. He has only seen me frustrated and angry.

                                                           
What he should see is his Momma on her knees asking for help in times of trouble. How much more will my children learn from me if they see me on my knees. Daddy , please forgive me for never letting my children see me cry out to you. Give me the strength to humbly bow low before you in the future and let them see me sweat. Thank you for grace Daddy.
Your daughter ~ Lori

                                                           
Today I'm quietly opening up the comment box. I need your wisdom today friend. I need help in getting my little guy interested in food. He is not growing like he's supposed to. He right out tells me how he hates eating. I have offered him all kinds of positive rewards for sitting at the table and eating. I weary and I am bowing low today to ask for your help. If you are an O.T. I would more than appreciate any and all suggestions you have today. I crank this box open with cautioned heart. In hopes of no criticism just nothing but love and wisdom. Thank you for love , mercy and grace. It is more appreciated than you know.
~Lori

For The Days When Your Temper Gets The Best Of You.

We had enjoyed it so much. The movie, the dinner out. We had a sitter for good and perfect gift and our little joy girl. It had been a whole year since our last date night. We were celebrating our 21st anniversary. The day we said "I do" to one another for the duration of time that we have here.
We don't get to do this often enough but had said last night that we needed to make a point to do this so much more often. We needed to be refreshed. We needed reconnection. We needed time alone to have conversation just for us.
                                
                                  

   
                                
The movie has lasted 3 hours plus dinner out. We had six hours to spend together just us. It was wonderful. We sat hand in hand at the theatre. He had opened doors for me. I felt like I did when we dated. I prettied myself up for him and decided to wear something nice instead of something stained.
                                    
How much fun we had together. It came time for our evening to come to an end. I called our sitter to let her know we were on our way home. I had asked her to let good and perfext gift know that his evening was coming to an end to. As usual he never likes to leave when he is having so much fun. Our sitter has two boys of her own and a little girl. He loves playing at there house. We get our children home only for the evening to fall completely apart. Good and perfect gift turns into a whinning mess. I turn into an even bigger mess. It is time for our bedtime routine to begin and he does everything except want to get ready for bed.

                                      
   

                                         
                                   
He piddles around and I'm impatient. Tomorrow is Sunday and we have to get  up early for church. I know what he's like if he doesn't get enough sleep. I want him to be able to have a good morning with his teachers. I begin to take steps of discipline and take away some privileges. It's later by tome moment and now we have no time for story time. He still piddles and my temper is running thin, I begin to boil inside because I'm missing out on a very special moment of my day to. I enjoy our special nights together as a family reading stories together, praying together, tucking my children in for the night. My little joy girl is sleeping at the moment. She gts her last bottle at 10:oo before she goes to sleep for the night. I finally raise my voice at him and take away every single privilege he has. He bellows out this scream and I bellow one back at him because he has now woken up his sister and she too is screaming. My husband is trying his best to pull us down a notch and he too is frustrated at us but remains calm. I finally tell my husband he needs to tuck good and perfect gift in because I'm done for the night. I kiss good and perfect gift on the cheek, tell him that Mommy is going on to bed to calm down, that I will see him in the morning. Feeling terrible I go downstairs to try and sooth our little joy girl, she feels her mommy's tense arms pick her up and she to has a hard time calming down. She is scared. I sit down in the rocking chair with her and begin to rock her. 
                              

The motion of the rocking not only soothes her but me too. After getting her calm I lay her back down to let her know it is time to go back to bed and sleep. I drift off with feelings of failure. It's not until morning that I am reminded of forgiveness. I repent, ask for forgivness. Know that I'm restored and loved my by my heavenly Daddy. I also apologize to good and perfect gift for my behavior to him as well and I'm restored by him and am loved by him as well. The enemy has not won. It might seem to him that he did but love covers a multitude of sins. Love wins over evil every day of the week. Moment by moment I need my Daddy to walk me through the tough moments of my parenting.

Daddy, thank you that you forgive and forget my sin. Thank you that my son loves me unconditionally. Thank you that I can have victory over the enemy because of Christ and his forgivness. I love you Daddy.
your daughter~
Lori