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So yeah, here we are again. We are waiting. Just like we waited 10 years ago. We are jobless and we are waiting. It can seem that waiting on God can be like waiting for eternity to come and split every thing wide open and explode God glory everywhere. Our fleshly patience doesn't like to wait for the holy to happen when we live in a "I want it now" society but if there's one thing He keeps telling me in this waiting is to Be Still and Know. Be. Still. And. Know. Be. Still. Every fiber that He knit me with wants to be doing. But in doing there is worry and fretting. Doubt tries to creep in too close. Being still shifts my focus and keeps my eyes on the one who KNOWS. On the one who SEES. On the one who HEARS and on the one who REMEMBERS. It takes a deep discipline to keep that focus and allow the joy of the LORD to be my strength. It takes a trusting and believing that HE WILL MAKE A WAY when there seems to be no way. So while we wait,we make our own Jericho and we march around it .Our joygirl enjoys blowing that trumpet every night. Good and perfect gift marches and with each step there's a confidence and a courage in the struggle. While we wait, we are stretched, and we are reminded that our security is in the One that secured us first! Our trust is in the One who can be trusted! We take refuge in the One who bids us to come and find rest in Him!<br />
Thank you in advance Daddy for how you will be our way maker. We wait patiently for you to explode your God glory in our lives!<br />
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<span style="color: #134f5c;">When she talked with people she had remembered they said "BUSY". Always busy doing this doing that. Running here running there. Never time to relax because I'm sooo busy!! She had heard alot of apologies saying maybe some other time. She wanted more than anything to make time with people. The ones she thought so much of. She enjoyed people. she enjoyed their stories, their encouragement, their failures and their victories and she longed to be with them. Her summer was slow and without alot of commitments. So much so that at times she just felt stuck. She wondered if all the busy people were aware of the other's in their lives and their hurts and disappointments and their need to just have one person listen to their story, or did their busyness blind them to them. She had remembered how a few years back her busyness had blinded her and how God opened her eyes to those around her who needed her just to listen and offer a prayer, a hug. She didn't realize how blury her vision had become. She had no idea that there were so many around her hurting so bad. Some even in her own family. Her busyness had became her driving force. She needed to be slowed. She had needed to really "SEE" with her own eyes the others around her. </span></div>
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Lorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06872929969867590454noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9090703974534776976.post-71488634388830128912015-06-03T13:20:00.001-07:002015-06-03T13:20:55.157-07:00Because Mamma Never Told Me There'd Be Days Like This...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: large;"> I remember Mom crying a lot. She just didn't know how to handle him, discipline him. Dad's yelling became a constant noise and with it came many threats but no follow through. What a hard thing AD/HD is to parent through. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I remember all the fears I had finding out I was pregnant with good and perfect gift. I begged God constantly to give him a normal brain. One that had plenty of the chemicals it needed to work well. A brain that would not be hyper. I prayed hard, so hard. My Daddy said, "No". simply put. I guess my journey to going lower for me means learning how to parent a child who's brain needs extra chemicals. A child who is impulsive and does things he's not supposed to. A child whose brain thinks hoarding trash is a good thing. Most days I don't know what I'm doing. Most often I find myself in tears a lot like my Mamma because I just can't seem to get him to listen and obey. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"> The good news for him is that when this Mamma and his Daddy make a disciplinary threat we mean it and follow through on it. Letting him know we mean business. We parent him with much love and much grace. I can't pray for him enough to be a child who will run hard and fast after his heavenly Father. I want to see him grow up and love Jesus with all that he is. God made him perfectly as he is. It is a daily journey for me to accept his good and perfect brain the way it is and be his cheerleading Mom on the sidelines for him as he journeys through this unkind world. It's so hard when the world goes so far at letting you know in profound ways that your child doesn't measure up to the rest of the "normal" children. </span><br />
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Lorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06872929969867590454noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9090703974534776976.post-73326619939827607812015-03-23T16:44:00.000-07:002015-03-23T16:44:33.203-07:00A Letter To Jason Tippets<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"> I came to absolutely adore your precious Kara the day Ann Voskamp posted Kara's letter to Brittany on her blog. She took my heart by storm. She showed me what it was like to live in brokenness. She really taught me that I to needed to just be broken and that is a beautiful thing to be broken, to live a life <span style="font-size: x-large;">large </span>in the brokenness. Whatever messy, hard, and ugly place I find myself in, that it is a beautiful and holy place to live. I began reading Kara's blog daily for nourishment to my spiritual life. I found so much strength and encouragement to carry on, in <em>her</em> "Mundane Journey". She's such a woman of beauty because of our Great Big God!! God has used her to open up some really closed off places. Places where I have needed to be broken and free. Ugly places that God needs to redeem. I have prayed countless times for God to heal her but He said no. I just have tears upon tears now for you and for your children and your friends and family. I know what it's like to live life without a mamma. I lost my mamma two years ago. It hurts my heart so much to know that your littles won't have their mamma with them to live life with. I want to thank you and Kara for continuing to blog her cancer story and for you sharing with all of us how you and your family have loved well, and for Kara showing us how to die well. I will never forget how your story has been used by God's mighty hand to weave the beautiful and holy into my story. It has been no accident, luck, or just coincidence. It has been God's hand working to break me in a beautiful way. I have saved her books to read until now because I wanted to somehow keep her with me a little while longer. I look forward to more of her beautiful wisdom as a mom , wife , and daughter of God. Thank you for all the ways you have been faithful to her. You have loved her at every corner and every turn of your journey . You have been such a beautiful example of how to love BIG in the storm. I know there are no words that I can say. Please know I am praying for you all daily. I can't wait to meet Kara on the other side of heaven. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"> You must slow down new mamma and breathe. This new baby stage does not last long at all. You think this will never end but it does all to soon . The sleepless nights will turn into sleeping full nights. The nursing really does get easier after baby has become a seasoned nurser. The pain really does go away and your swollen abdomen will go down. When someone asks to help you , let them! You need rest new mamma. This little one is depending on you to be at your best! Let someone else cook for you, clean for you, watch the baby while you sleep. Sleep when the baby sleeps. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: large;">God trusts you to take car of this precious little life. What a privilege you have been given to partner with God and pour yourself into someone else's life as He was poured out for your life! When in doubt of your own self, pray and ask for wisdom concerning this new life and how you must parent. The scriptures say in<span style="color: #e06666;"> Isaiah 40: 11 <span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">He will feed his flock like a shepherd. He will carry the lambs in his arms, holding them close to his heart. He will gently lead the mother sheep with their young.</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-size: large;">He will guide you into all the wisdom you need as you allow Him to parent you through parenting your young babe. Motherhood is a journey of sacrifice, most often times you will put this little one ahead of you and pluck out pieces of yourself to see to it that this little one has everything He / She needs. Remember he gave everything so you could have salvation through His death and ressurrection! Motherhood is a lifetime journey that will take you into the wildest of places and pour out on you the wildest of graces! </span><br />
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<span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">You begin to feel all alone. Wanting to tell someone about how hard things are. Someone you could confide in. Someone who would pray hard for you. For you the "Big D" is not an option because God is so much bigger than any problem you have. He is in the business of redeeming anyway right? Is not your problem His problem to? You feel like you are just in survival mode and the light at the end of the tunnel is far, far away. Your children wonder why you are always so tired and don't feel much like taking them places to have fun. Can't they have fun at home? Do we always have to go somewhere? Questions always reeling in your spirit. Making you feel like a failure because aren't all the other Mother's taking their children to the park or swimming? </span></div>
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<span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The alarm rings loud and everything in you wants to crawl under the covers, hoping no one would notice if you did not get of bed that day. What does a season in your life like this teach you? You rise early trying to spend time with Heavenly Daddy and one of your littles chooses to get up early to. It goes on for weeks and you feel as if you are chasing your Heavenly Daddy and you will never catch time with Him because once the kids are up who can get a moment to spend in His prescence when you don't have a little one tugging at your shirt or pants. It is there you feel so drained of anything spiritual. You are dry inside and you feel no ounce of Holy Spirit power in you to accomplish anything small let alone grand. You come to the end of your rope and you realize that all this trying is from you. You need the only one who can rescue you from yourself. He has tugged at your heart long enough and your embitterment has gotten the better of you. Your efforts have left you completely exhausted. Everything that you have accomplished was done in your own tired strength. You cry out in complete desperation! "Lord please come and redeem this family, this life, this marriage! You don't want it to go any further than where it is . </span></div>
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<span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">You give Him every burden you have carried. You confess all the ways you have wronged your spouse, your children and mostly Him. You begin to feel the heaviness in your heart lift away and the walls of your home seem a bit wider now. Not closing in on you like before. You begin to sense the Holy Spirit filling you with His supernatural resurrection power and you no longer do things in your own strength. Life is hard work! Marriage is hard work! When everything in you screams RUN!!! You stay because you know you don't want to be the reason a home comes to ruin. You don't want the enemy to gain the victory of another family come to an end! You are more than the enemy says you are. You keep on keepin' on because your Father can and will redeem anything your own hands have busted and broken. Ask Him!! He takes all our messes, all our shame, all our guilt, all our broken selves and turns them into one masterpiece that has a story that can't wait to be told!! Does it hurt to share that story? A resounding Yes!! Is there healing in the telling of it? A clanging Yes!! Be brave today soul. Cry out to him out of the desperate pit you are in. Ask Him to redeem the mess you have caused and give you the strength you need to keep on keepin' on. Your marriage is worth it. Your children are worth it. YOU ARE WORTH IT TO HIM!!! </span></div>
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<span style="color: #134f5c; font-size: large;">Daddy, I pray that if anyone is bound today that you would set them free. I pray that if they have busted and broken their family in anyway like I have that they would cry out to you and that you would redeem their mess as you continue to redeem my mess. I pray that if anyone needs a friend, that you would send one their way. Please send one my way too! Don't let your daughters continue to be beaten down and oppressed by the enemy. Free them so they may walk boldly and proclaim your glory through their redemptive story. In Jesus name I pray Amen!</span></div>
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Lorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06872929969867590454noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9090703974534776976.post-43333832598455390392014-01-28T08:47:00.000-08:002014-01-28T08:47:41.158-08:00....And Her Theme Was Victory! <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-large;">S<span style="font-size: large;">he had talked about it being the theme for her life this year. She has experienced small ones as well as big ones. Who knew that this year would be the year that she would experience the final victory... of running the race well... and making it to the finish line. She had been diagnosed a year ago with lung cancer. She had never smoked a day in her life but then again cancer is no respecter of person's nor their lungs for that matter. She had a wonderful ministry. She humbly admitted when she had fallen short. It's what made her such a woman of the word. She knew from which her help came from. There would be no more high school graduations that she would attend. No more college graduations. No weddings. She would never get to feel the ache of wanting to hold that long awaited for Grandbaby. He would never sleep beside her again. He would never bring her that first cup of morning coffee. No good morning kiss. His devotional time would be spent with the Father by himself. They were the couple that you thought you would see at 90 years old still sitting next to one another holding each other's hands. I heard Him tell of so many times how He often would tell her how crazy He was about "His Bride".My heart wrenches for this Groom and for their children. Her last year was fought and fought well. She praised and she worshipped no matter what the circumstances. She celebrated each victory even the small and insignificant ones. She knew her great big God was very able and capable of healing her body with just a word. She knew deep down inside that cancer was not the real battle. No, the real battle for her would be fear. Fear for her children, fear for her husband, fear of not being able to be there in the future for her family. The fear that comes from the liar who would try and lie to her and have her to believe that God was not good and that she was not loved. But she fought against those lies, She chose to believe the<span style="color: #45818e; font-size: x-large;"> truth</span>. To live out the truth.That </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">She has already gone home and I'm sure that she has yet to make it up off her knees in front of the one who gave her the ultimate healing and met her at the finish line. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">Daddy, our infinite minds have such a hard time wrapping around situations like these. Where a loved one returns to you when we are not ready for them to leave. I pray that you would give this groom the strength to put one heavy foot in front of the other. Give him extra measures of your grace in the nightly hours when he slips into bed and she is not there to kiss good night. I pray that you would comfort in the days to come, especially the birthday's, anniversaries, the upcoming wedding, the high school graduations, and college graduations. Comfort in the future when the grandbabies begin to arrive and there is no grandmother there welcome them here. Jesus I ask that your will would be done in this family as it is in heaven. In Jesus name I pray amen.</span><br />
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Lorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06872929969867590454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9090703974534776976.post-20461979254522184832014-01-15T07:30:00.002-08:002014-01-20T10:56:38.852-08:00Who Knew Metamorphu Would Bring So Much Pain?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-large;">I<span style="font-size: large;">t came like a bomb exploding right into her face. Words that would set her reeling. A tone that she would imprint on her heart forever. All sorts of moments afterward questioning "What had she done so wrong?" "What had she said so wrong?" She had traveled to visit with him and all seemed the same. She had many chances to ask the questions that she was naturally curious about. Things like " How long have you been dating?", "What is she like?", "Where did you meet her?". Never knowing that all the while with each question her Father felt as if he was under some kind of federal investigation. Sunday had come and her family packed up all their belongings to travel the long road home. She would receive more news in the day ahead. They had set their wedding date. It was a more serious relationship than what she had been led to believe. There was so much secrecy surrounding this whole relationship. I guess her curiosity got the best of her. She had told him dinner was getting cold and it was. She had cried her way through each bite and every sip. Her heart feeling as if it might explode and all she wanted to do was implode. But her God met her there and gently spoke to her putting his firm but gentle hand on her mouth keeping her from lashing back with words that would only drive a wedge deep in heart flesh. A wedge that could last years. She did not want that conversation to end in that manner. She heaved and shoulders wracked hard through story time and she fell asleep worn out from the emotional wave that crashed hard on her already tired body. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"> If butterflies could speak would they talk of pain in the metamorphu process? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">If an infant could speak to us moments after they are born would they tell us of how their body has been wrapped up tight and being birthed was far more than what they bargained for? Would they speak of how each push only caused more pain and how their head felt as if it would just squeeze right off their shoulders. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">Each Mother's story is different but if you know anything about birthing you would know that pain comes before any beauty does. How can someone we love so much cause us such great pain?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">She feels wrapped up tight swaddled if you will in her heavenly Father's arms. <a href="http://www.aholyexperience.com/">She is choosing joy and no fear.</a> She does not even want the enemy to get a foothold on her or her relationship with her Dad. Even though she has not been invited she will choose joy , she will choose to live eucharisteo and breathe YAWEH. After the day is done and all is said, She knows because what a heart knows it knows by heart. Eucharisteo precedes the miracle.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">Would love to hear from you today to if you are choosing eucharisteo, if you are choosing no fear. Would you pull up your big comfy chair and your coffee cup? Would you be willing to share your hard story today too? I am ready to listen!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">5,995. Safe travels</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">5,996. Being able to stay home during artic weather days</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">5,997. Being able to blog my stories while "joy girl" naps.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">5,998. Letting the sun go down on my anger. * Hard Eucharisteo.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">5,999. one who tries to sweep arguments under the rug. * Hard Eucharisteo.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">*6,000. Looking to the only one who can rescue and redeem.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">6,001. For giving a sister in Christ who battles with cancer the strength to walk from the bed to the bathroom.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">6,002. Finding out your Dad is dating and getting married in one week and the crazy emotional head spin that comes with it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">6,002. Him wanting to keep the whole thing under wraps.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">6,003. The terrible argument that ensued days later. Super hard Eucharisteo.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">6,004. The Holy Spirit's hand on my mouth giving me the power not to lash back with hurtful words.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">6,005. God there with me through every wave of yelling, Him holding me up on His wings.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">6,006. Choosing to fly rather to be chained.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">6,007. Not an orphan but a daughter of the KING!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">6,008. Being lavishly loved by my Abba!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">6,009.Him hearing me when I cry out to Him.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">6,010. Not fearing the one who can cut me down emotionally.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">6,011. Him seeing and hearing everything.</span></div>
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Lorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06872929969867590454noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9090703974534776976.post-62035619872872639512014-01-09T08:33:00.002-08:002014-01-09T08:41:46.878-08:00When Your Dad Moves On And You're Not Ready<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">As the evening hours crept by I kept noticing the time and felt as if he should have called by now. I felt like a parent waiting for their child to come rolling in the driveway. Around 9:00 p.m. he calls. He's all jolly and I'm a bit nervous to speak with him. He speaks of sorry's and I've been out's. I ask him if he's been visiting with his sister. He typically stays out late when he's there. They are close siblings and one's jokes are just as corny as the other's. Your sides would hurt for days after a visit with them. He's quiet now. I can tell he's fumbling for words, fumbling for courage to say them. He speaks it slow, unsure of how it would be received. I act all surprised not letting on that I have already been told. I ask how long he has been seeing her. What he laughingly says next brings my spirit down. Makes tears brim and flow. He says He has been seeing her since Oct. I don't understand why the secret. Why had he not told us. Why did he think he needed to wait. Mom had went home a year and two months ago. I can remember her saying that it would be good for him down the road to meet someone and not spend his remaining days here on this spinning globe by himself. Did he think we would be angry, hurt? I'm more hurt that he played it off as if it were no big thing, the waiting, the secret. My heart splits and it to mourns. Mourns for my Mamma. Mourns for life being so different now. Every holiday, birthday, Mother's Day ,just different. I'm sad I guess because I can't seem to just let go of my Mamma. Will I see her again ? Yes, She loved Jesus so very much! I feel he has let her go and is now ready to move forward. I knew God planted <a href="http://livingtocarrythecross.blogspot.com/2014/01/my-one-word-for-new-year-lens-metamorphu.html">this one word</a> in my life for this New Year. He is planning to metamorphu life beginning with my immediate family. I must say I did not see this one coming. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Daddy, this one is hard to handle. I count it as a very hard Eucharisteo. Would you give me the courage to accept this new relationship in my life. Would you give me the courage to accept my Dad's decision to move forward in this New Year. Help me to have a welcoming heart. In Jesus sweet and holy name I pray Amen. </span></div>
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Lorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06872929969867590454noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9090703974534776976.post-76249694774082614022013-10-30T14:12:00.000-07:002013-10-30T14:12:09.991-07:00A Letter To The Single Mom Today<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-large;">T<span style="font-size: large;">he week is drawing to a close. I'm worn out. I have with His strength been able to carry on. He has given me an extra measure of strength that I can really supernaturally feel. My thoughts had been reeling deep within of all of you who do this longer than I have had to. You walk this journey 24/7 and the only way to get through it really is on your knees. My heart swelled with pain as I thought of you and compassion for you has overtaken me. Please forgive me for all the times that I have taken for granted my husband. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">I want to apologize to you today single Mom. I'm sorry for all the times you have gone to the grocery store and had to carry your groceries into the house by yourself with your infant on your hip.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"> I'm sorry for all the times you have to get your children up by yourself and get them ready for school with no one to help you stay calm while they rant and rave of not wanting to get up and go. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">I'm sorry for all the people that walk right by you and don't even offer a hand to help you pick up the things you have dropped because you busy keeping the children safe.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">I'm sorry you have to work long hours with very little pay to make ends meet. That you don't get to pick your children up from after school care until late in the evening.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">I'm sorry that you have to come home and bathe all of them by yourself and make sure everyone has brushed their teeth. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">I'm sorry that their is very little time for stories before bed because you.just.can'.t go. on. and all you want to do is fall into your own bed and sleep!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">I'm sorry that your family does not understand your situation and you feel alienated by the world because all they can do is ridicule your every move. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">Please forgive me for every time I have walked passed you and have not offered you a smile or a hand to help lighten the emotional strain. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">I want you to know He has not forgotten you. He has engraved you on the palms of his hands many years ago when he stretched them out wide for you on the cross. He sees you and sees your singleness and has sent us to minister to you but we have failed you and not been obedient to him who sent us.</span><br />
<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"> Please forgive him and please forgive us for not being obedient when he asked us to pay for your groceries. Please forgive us for all the times we did not call you or knock on your door with a meal to help lighten your load. </span><br />
<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">Please forgive us for all the times we did not offer to watch your children to give you a much needed break so you could get things done or take a long nap. Please forgive us for not inviting you to church with us so you could meet the one who sees your singleness and says" I know".</span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">I have began praying for you single Mom, I have only experienced a few days of what you walk through daily but I'm asking for Him to send you not only help but obedient hearts that won't fail you. Hearts that would love to open their arms to you and I have started first with myself. I love you sinlge Mom and please know Christ does to and he sees and he knows.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">With a heavy broken heart for you </span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-large;">T<span style="font-size: large;">he storm looms big. Waiting to take him over. His mother has passed away. With her death comes an unexpected cost that overwhelms the soul and threatens to break him into. He's worried and full of anxiety. He's wondering how this bill will be paid. I Talk on the phone with our benevolence ministry at church. They have said they will pay $500.oo towards the bill. They took up a collection at his job while he was away for the funeral. They wanted to help pay towards the funeral. They collected $140.00. God is faithful I tell him. He's walking towards a pit and has climbed down in. He's hanging on the side with white knuckled hands grasping to loosened dirt. I tell him he has to </span><a href="http://www.aholyexperience.com/"><span style="font-size: large;">fight for joy</span></a><span style="font-size: large;">. One can only win this type of battle when you </span><a href="http://www.aholyexperience.com/"><span style="font-size: large;">fight for joy.</span></a><span style="font-size: large;"> He says he's too tired to fight. I tell him to fight on his knees. Keep his own </span><a href="http://www.aholyexperience.com/"><span style="font-size: large;">gratitude journal.</span></a><span style="font-size: large;"> It's the only way to stay out of the pit really. By learning to give thanks in all circumstances and to live the Eucharistic life is to gain pure God filling joy. I find him a notebook for him to begin scrawling out his own messy list of crazy joy as <a href="http://www.aholyexperience.com/">Ann puts it.</a> I tell him as she says "You must use a pen an wield it as a sword." I tell him the enemy is winning. He says nothing. In the morning he gets ready for work. I lay notebook in the dim lit kitchen. He asks when he is supposed to write in this. I tell him when he begins to worry, when he is fearful and afraid. When he is tempted to think that $8,ooo dollars is bigger than his Heavenly Father. When he thinks he is going to crack big and long and fall hard. He takes the notebook to work with him. He leans down to give good- bye kisses soft on my lips. I walk him to the door and see him out. </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">I to must continue to give thanks for the hard Eucharisteo's . <a href="http://www.aholyexperience.com/">I can't and won't give up fighting for joy</a>. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">Oh Father, I know he is so worried to death about how this bill will get paid. I don't know why things have unfolded as they have. If she had only hung on 6 more weeks. Her life insurance would be paying this bill instead of us. 6 weeks! Would you help us in our unbelief? Would you teach us in this time? Would you help us to seek you with our whole hearts, down on our faces? Give my husband the power, Holy Spirit to fight or joy in the hard Eucharisteo. don't let him give up. Continue to grow his faith by leaps and bounds. I love him so much and don't want to see him become a pit dweller. Daddy, please raise him up on eagles wings so that he will soar, so that he will walk and not grow faint. In the mighty most Holy name of Jesus I pray, amen. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">Thank you kind friend for your love gift. My humblest thanks to you.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: large;">5,005. His Mom's passing.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: large;">5,006. us finding out she was receiving only palliative care.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: large;">5,007. Her keeping us in the dark.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: large;">5,008. Us having been made responsible for her funeral expenses.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: large;">5,009. The Father putting us in the fire to give us a glimpse of just how BIG he is.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">5,011. The humbling of asking for help.</span><br />
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Lorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06872929969867590454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9090703974534776976.post-65137270341612391452013-08-07T04:27:00.000-07:002013-08-07T04:27:44.618-07:00The First Anniversary<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-large;">I<span style="font-size: large;">t has been a year since we said " We would see you later" So much has happened <a href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=9090703974534776976#editor/target=post;postID=3750766168577828953;onPublishedMenu=overviewstats;onClosedMenu=overviewstats;postNum=21;src=postname">since you left this place </a>and took your flight home.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;">We are in the process of building a new home! Can you believe it? There are so many mixed feelings with good and perfect gift and myself. We have lived here so long and it is going to be hard to uproot our family and move. But there is also excitement to! It is a new chapter in our family book. Our builder is doing a great job of keeping us on our budget. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;">Your son is finally getting married! I know he had asked Dad to pick out a picture of you for their wedding. I'm not sure what they plan on doing with it. He doesn't converse with me as you remember. He has really struggled with you being gone. You remember why though. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;">We all really miss you Mom, I'm planning on going to visit Dad on your anniversary so Dad won't be alone that day. He has done a great job of picking out the flowers for your grave. Your daughter has made some pretty bunches too! I get teary eyed often as I miss you. My heart breaks wide open as I often entertain the thought of what you are doing in Heaven. Who you are talking to or visiting with. How awesome it must be to Worship our great God in person.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;">I love you Mom and miss you more than you could know.</span><br />
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Lorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06872929969867590454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9090703974534776976.post-85506559486524058042013-07-12T12:55:00.000-07:002013-07-12T12:55:52.059-07:00When the "Happy" is coupled with the "Hard" { along with a free printable!}<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="color: #741b47; font-size: x-large;">I<span style="font-size: large;">t has been this way from the beginning. I can remember each instance. My husband coming to Christ and the terrible news that he had to tell me that came along with his decision to follow Christ whole heartedly in order for him to feel completely free. My good and perfect gift being born and in the N.I.C.U for 9 days with a lung infection. Finding out I was pregnant with good and perfect gift and my husband becoming jobless. Joy girl being born, my Mamma not being able to live to see her born. Being a Mamma trying to parent against AD/HD, Sensory Integration Disorder, O.C.D. Now building a home and my Mother-in-Law being diagnosed with stage 4 brain cancer. Why does the happy have to be coupled with the hard? God really wants and longs to do the <br />Holy inside each one, inside me! It pulls and stretches and sometimes I feel as if I'm going to be pulled straight through! Humbly, I seek him, trying not to throw the "Why" at Him. Wanting to ask Can't there be "Happy" without the "Hard"? Would he love us truly if all there was, was Happy and no Hard? Would we learn to lean in hard if Happy was all there was? Would we have an understanding of his unending, amazing, Grace? Would there have ever been salvation if all he ever experienced was "Happy"? There has to be the "Hard". He picks us up in the hard and carries us. He pulls us close in the hard and whispers Trust me. Yes, he will stretch you, yes, he will pull you. Yes, there will sometimes be the "Hard"<br /> and Happy coupled together. Yes, HE. WILL. DO. THE. HOLY. inside you, through each and every instance. He is interested in the Holy more than the "Happy". He longs for you to look more and more like His Holy Son. When he looks at me, at you, he wants to see His reflection in you sweet one! You. Will. Make. It. Through. The. Hard. You will come through the Hard and holiness will be imputed to you. Give up fighting in the "Hard" I tell myself and let Him do the Holy. Stop wrestling as Jacob wrestled . He will not withhold the holiness from you as you let go and allow the "Hard" to happen. Let him peel back each layer and allow the healing to happen. It will only happen in the "Hard". Healing does not come in the "Happy" only in the "Hard"</span></span><br />
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Lorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06872929969867590454noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9090703974534776976.post-18380638982840409692013-07-12T11:59:00.002-07:002013-07-12T11:59:21.706-07:00Living with the hard Eucharasteo daily, when God answers with a no, what do you do? {Another repost for those in need}<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I can remember praying while my son was in the darkest depths of my womb, being knitted together perfectly by the Creators beautiful hands. I had prayed so hard that to my Heavenly Father it must have sounded more like begging. I had asked of him and this was word for word in my prayer journal" Lord ,please I ask of you don't give me a child who has AD/HD. Don't give me a child who has a strong will. Just let Him or her be perfectly healthy. Let this little one have all of the systems working perfectly. Let this little one love you more than anything in his or her life. In the mighty name of Jesus I pray Amen. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> God loves to hear from His children. He loves to answer prayers right. He says in His inspired word" Ask and you shall receive, right? Well , unbeknown to me, God was doing a holy work in me long before I knew what I was going to be facing when my son was born to us. Not only was God going to grow me, but he was going to stretch me more than I thought a person could be stretched!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> I must be honest that when I found out my son had AD/HD, and Sensory Integration disorder, plus lets add in the tendencies toward O.C.D . I was crushed and I grieved. I was grieving because <em><strong>I </strong></em>had a perfect plan in mind. <em><strong>My</strong></em> plan, in case you missed it. This was not God's plan. I had already began in my mind thinking of what Motherhood was to look like and feel like. I guess I should have went back in time and talked with Jesus' Mother. I guess she would have had great wisdom for me as a new Mom. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> I allowed my self to sink deeply into a pit of darkness as I realized God's plan for Motherhood for me was to be much different. I became angry with God. I was dealing with a multitude of meltdowns daily. I felt trapped because everytime I went somewhere with my Son, we always left kicking and screaming. He did not transition well. He is very hyper. He cannot sit without moving around all over the place. We would go to the library for story time and he would be the only one running around the story room. Talk about frustrating!! I can't even begin to tell you how many times I have cried my way home in the car because life was just to hard and I did not know how to raise a child with these types of behaviors. I have traveled home with my stereo turned up very loud to cover up the screaming child that was in the back seat.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> All of this story of beginning's is to tell you my dear friends there is hope! Where did I find this hope? In the one I was angry with. Yep, you guessed it! I had sank so deep in my pit that I could not look up! I was a believer not trusting in the one that created my Son! I began to go to counseling, crying out to God for help because I had become in my own eyes a big mess of sorts. Trust me you would not have wanted to come to my house for dinner! God sent me a wonderful friend into my life to tell me about Ann Voskamp and her wonderful book One thousand gifts. you can find her here </span><a href="http://www.aholyexperience.com/"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">http://www.aholyexperience.com/</span></a><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">. This is the most amazing way that God showed me how to live with a thankful heart for the good and perfect gift that he gave me in my Son. He is the one who is teaching me how to raise my Son, who has all of the above mentioned behaviors. I'm learning to thank him for Meltdowns, for food aversions, for Occupational Therapy visits, For having to hold him back in school, for medications that I don't really want to administer but know how helpful it is for him. Having to make picture schedules to help with transitions. As Ann Voskamp says" All Is Grace". I'm counting my gifts that He gives my daily and seeing my life through his lens and not my own. I'm not a poetic writer, but I have a longing to share my story with you. I hope you too will begin your own list today and allow God to mess with your head in a good way. In the Grip of His grace. Lori</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">434.Learning about the upside down way of Jesus.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">435.Having money left in our bank account at the end of the month and not overdrafting like last month.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">437. Getting my Son's new picture schedule completed. He had such a wonderful time at church this morning.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana;">As Good and Perfect gift's O.T. comes out and greets Him, it is time for new friend and Grandfather to leave and carry on through their day. We say our good-byes and they leave. </span><br />
<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana;"> As I sit in the waiting room more parents and children come. Some parents stay and some drop off and leave once their child is called to begin their session of therapy. The parents that decide to stay take their seats and begin texting or talking on their phones. Some read magazines, others may strike up a conversation with another. Still others just sit and look at the floor, hoping not to make eye contact with anyone else, checking their watch from time to time.</span><br />
<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana;">As I look at this waiting room and the children that have passed through, It comes to mind just how much Grace, has just passed in front of my eyes. There is the tall one who loves to shut doors that someone who has</span></span><span style="color: #741b47;"><span style="font-family: Verdana;">walked through has Forgotten He is somewhat aggressive and has a very hard time complying with His O.T.. There is little guy, who has an artificial leg. There is the hyper ones, These I know all to well because they remind me so much of good and perfect gift. I can usually tell which children have AD/HD because of my own experience. I can't believe how God has just revealed to me this picture of now. This picture of his Grace that has filled this waiting room. <span style="font-size: x-large;">Do these parents know this Grace?</span> <span style="font-size: x-large;">Do they know how much of a gift they have been given in their child? Do they see these gifts as curses instead?</span> I want to scream this out<span style="font-size: x-large;"> This is a wonderful picture of Grace !</span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana;"> I would not change my good and Perfect Gift for anything in the world. What if I could? Would I end up taking away the very thing that would identify him as a follower of Christ? Would I take away the very thing God would use in His life to lead someone else to himself? What if all this Grace was the thing God would use in Him to lead His Family, His future may depend on these very gifts. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"> Heavenly Father, I don't know what is going on in the life of this man but you do. I don't know why he does not want to finish a job he said he could do but you know. I want him to know Daddy, that I forgive him for not finishing his job. I forgive him for coming into my home with alcohol on his breath making me and my children feel uncomfortable. I pray Daddy for this man that you would send your Spirit to him to talk with him. I pray that you would somehow use this prayer to lead him to Christ someday. I know you love him and you sent your Son to die for him too! Please let him know how much you love him and pour him out a blessing today that would speak to his heart in Jesus mighty and holy name I pray Amen. I tucked this letter into his tool box and meant every word that I wrote.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"> Daddy, this was a trying couple of weeks. I do pray that someday this man will come to know your Son. I thank you for the opportunity to shine on behalf of Christ. Thank you for removing all ill feelings that tried to take me over. I love you Daddy. </span><br />
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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 <a href="http://livingtocarrythecross.blogspot.com/2011/12/snuggling-into-jesus.html">snuggle into Jesus</a> 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? <br />
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Lorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06872929969867590454noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9090703974534776976.post-89495947645308244992013-03-11T13:52:00.003-07:002013-03-11T13:55:34.803-07:00Spirit To Spirit, Heart To Mamma Heart, Sister To Christ Sister<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-large;">S<span style="font-size: large;">he 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. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">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</span><br />
<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">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.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;">He <span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">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. </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">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. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">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. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">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.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">Continuing to count more of the ways He loves me.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">4,308. My Christ Sister</span><br />
<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">4,309. Daddy speaking to me through her,</span><br />
<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">4,310. His word and how it soothes and comforts.</span><br />
<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">4,311. The women's promise bible</span><br />
<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">4,312. The prompting of His Spirit</span><br />
<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">4,313. The obedience of my Christ sister.</span><br />
<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">4,314. The privilege to rqaise 2 for His kingdom glory</span><br />
<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">4,315. Meltdowns that drain me right through. * Hard Eucharisteo.</span><br />
<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">4,316. My helpful husband</span><br />
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