Grateful for This Life

Sometimes I think the enemy really is coming for my mind, and if I take one more step I just might fall over the edge into crazy.

I tell her this as we sit across from one another, while six children run wild through the house. Three girls are upstairs playing princesses and the three boys downstairs are swinging plastic swords at each other.

Glorious chaos.

Many contributing factors have collided over the course of the past few weeks, creating the perfect storm, and I tell her I wonder when I’ll start to feel like myself again. She nods understanding as I explain the circumstances and then says ‘no wonder’.

The enemy really does come to steal, kill and destroy. We think he won’t kick us when we are down, but he does. He is just that mean.

The boys race upstairs, tallest to smallest, swinging their swords and laughing loud. They do one lap around the kitchen and race back down the steps.

I tell her God is teaching me lessons through this. Lessons in patience, lessons in contentment, lessons in coming to Him for satisfaction. I used to think every open door was one I was to boldly walk through. But not this time. God is teaching me to seek Him in all things and let Him speak, instead of the circumstances.

She tells me of something her pastor said a mere 24 hours earlier about this moment being all we have. The here and now. The future has not yet come. The past is done and gone. Now is all we have.

I need to learn this lesson again and again.

We feed six kids heaping bowls of noodles and after wiping six faces clean we say good-bye at the door. And I turn and pause for a moment to let it all soak in.

So grateful for this life.

 

… for days of wild, winter fun.

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… for giggly little girl sleepovers.

… for cut-out hearts and cards on Valentine’s Day.

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… for a husband who stands up front and prays from the depths of his heart for marriages and families.

… for good friends and real conversation.

… for answers.

 

 

 

 


Can’t find your joy? Look through different lenses …

Sometimes looking through different lenses enables us to truly see.

It had been a week of looking through the glass half empty. Small frustrations and equally minor disappointments piled one on top of the other until my joy was long buried underneath.

I woke early Sunday morning, before the sun hit the horizon. Glancing out the window I gasped breathless at the trees illuminated by the glow of the street light, each one decorated in brilliant white.

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Only the One who spoke the world into being could paint each branch with tiny snowflakes – no two alike – through the quiet of the night.

And so when the world brightened I grabbed my camera to capture joy.

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Often joy is found in the simplest of moments and in the slowing to see evidences of His hand.

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Other evidences of His hand over the last few days which give me joy: 

:: standing outside her door and listening to her tell stories to her dolls.

:: the notes she writes for me at school telling me she loves me.

:: the first snow day in three and a half years of school! 

:: praying with them and their wise advice.

:: tobogganing after dark.

:: their matching mohawks.

:: when he listens, then simply gives me a hug.

:: renewed passion and vision.

 

 


How Quickly We Can Forget

It happened right there, smack dab in the middle of Christmas.

I had tip-toed downstairs, turned on the Christmas light and settled by the fire with my Bible. After reading the first few chapters of Luke and spending time on my knees asking Him to be the focus of this day – His birthday – my heart was ready.

We had read the Christmas story and thanked God for the gift of His Son before an elaborate breakfast. The packages under the tree had been ripped open, and played with, then set into haphazard piles before the drive to Grandma and Grandpa’s house.

Now we were setting the table with steaming dishes and gathering the whole family around to take the annual Christmas dinner picture. As per my instructions, he waited to press the shutter until each one was looking and smiling.

(I always have a little anxiety about getting the perfect picture.)

Click.

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Perfect.

And then we started passing bowls and heaping spoonful after spoonful of Christmas bounty onto our plates. Moist turkey and dressing, sweet potatoes, creamy mashed potatoes, home-made bread …

Then -

one of the littlest ones calls from the kids’ table in the next room and causes my fork to freeze in mid-air.

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“We forgot to pray!”

We always pray … and on this day – the one day of the year dedicated to celebrating His incarnation and His very presence with us – we forget to acknowledge His gifts.

The Gift.

I almost can’t believe how quickly I can forget and how easily my heart moves away, distracted by anything that shimmers in this world.

Forks drop and little ones fold their hands and we mumble thanks.

Talking, eating, and laughing resumes as we enjoy each festive moment the day has to offer.

It’s later that I remember the moment I forgot, and I’m deeply grieved. I think of our Romans class and the first chapter we’ve studied together.

For the wrath of God is revealed from heaven against all ungodliness and unrighteousness of men who suppress the truth in unrighteousness, because that which is known about God is evident within them; for God made it evident to them. For since the creation of the world His invisible attributes, His eternal power and divine nature, have been clearly seen, being understood through what has been made, so that they are without excuse. For even though they knew God, they did not honour Him as God or give thanks, but they became futile in their speculations, and their foolish heart was darkened. Professing to be wise, they became fools,  and exchanged the glory of the incorruptible God for an image in the form of corruptible man and of birds and four-footed animals and crawling creatures.  ~ Romans 1:18-23

I’m reminded again of what happens when we forget to give thanks. One little forgotten prayer might not be significant, but what happens when a heart – a life – continues to forget? What happens when we allow His blessings to slip by unnoticed? Or worse … what if we eagerly accept them, and selfishly enjoy them, thinking we’ve earned them all on our own?

We become fools.

Only fools forget their Creator.

Only fools neglect to give thanks to the Giver of every good and perfect gift.

It is a sacrifice to stop and give thanks.

But this is the kind of sacrifice that is pleasing to God.

For every beast of the forest is Mine, the cattle on a thousand hills. I know every bird of the mountains, and everything that moves in the field is Mine. If I were hungry I would not tell you, for the world is Mine, and all it contains. Shall I eat the flesh of ]bulls or drink the blood of male goats? Offer to God a sacrifice of thanksgiving and pay your vows to the Most High; Call upon Me in the day of trouble; I shall rescue you, and you will honor Me.  ~ Psalm 50:10-15


The Whole World Waiting … and Quiet Thanks

Those last days of pregnancy can seem like every hour, every minute has been stretched to full capacity not unlike the belly.

No doubt Mary felt the same in her waiting.

We too, are to wait in quiet expectation of the celebration of the birth of the Messiah.

But sometimes the days counting down to Christmas are not waiting ones at all. Often those hours and minutes fly by in such a blur as we frantically prepare. Racing through crowded malls in search of those last few gifts. Tying bows on presents late into the night. Filling carts in bustling grocery stores with all the holiday trimmings.

Life was not made to be a blur.

Let’s go back to quiet waiting. Expectantly anticipating the celebration of a birth.

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On this Eve before Christmas, I’m so thankful for every gift He gives. May we always slow and savour these moments.

2556. Grace.

2557. A Daddy who takes him to hockey, because Mommy’s just not the same.

2558. Drawing pictures at the table with her.

2559. How much he missed his Daddy and how much he hugged him when he came home.

2560. Their encouragement.

2561. A morning walk in the bitter cold with a good friend.

2562. When he prayed before the meal at our family Christmas dinner and thanked God for sending Jesus - so proud of our little boy!

2563. When I could answer her questions and support it with scripture.

2564. A fever and a tummy ache that didn’t last long.

2565. Quiet mornings by the fire.

2566. When he saw my list and vacuumed and ran errands.

2567. Their anticipation of their Christmas play – so fun!

2568. Watching them sing and dance and say their lines – so proud of them!

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2569. A day of family and friends.

2570. When we woke to find me on my knees and how he snuggled up beside me, laying his head on my lap and listening while I prayed.

2571. Their example of godly faith.

2572. Staff Bible study.

2573. The luxury of being able to nap when the flu hits.

2574. Picking up my kids from school, because some didn’t today.

2575. When he wants to dress just like his Daddy.

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2576. A sweet baby who looks just like Mason did.

2577. A young girl – a light at our Christmas Dinner – determined to serve God.

2578. The sounds of Christmas.

2579. A husband who replaces my hairdryer when he notices my current one smoking (and then goes all the way back to the store without a word when I hesitantly tell him he’s purchased the wrong one!).

2580. A day with them – swimming, skating and colouring.

2581. A surprise book hanging in a bag on the doorknob.

2582. Gifts when the doorbell rings.

2583. A Grandma who sneaks colouring books into the shopping cart, then surprises them with them when we climb into the van.

2584. Answers from the doctor.

2585. No heart murmur!

2586. The joy of taking two hot meals to families in need.

2587. New friends and the real questions they ask.

2588. Walking from one end of town to the other, ringing doorbells and delivering Christmas cookies.

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Let’s Not Forget to Give Thanks

I woke this morning to see the sun rise, and it confirmed again in my spirit that there is a Creator.

His fingerprints are all over the sky.

In fact, His fingerprints are all over creation.

 

 


It all points to Him.

For since the creation of the world His invisible attributes, His eternal power and diving nature, have been clearly seen, being understood through what has been made, so that they are without excuse. ~ Romans 1:20

This is general revelation.

Notice it says we are without excuse? But what do some people choose to do?

Turn a blind eye – that’s what.

For even though they knew God, they did not honor Him as God or give thanks … ~ Romans 1:21

They knew God. They – along with everyone else – had seen His incredible majesty through the wonder of creation. But they chose not to honour Him as God or give thanks.

What happens when we don’t glorify God by giving thanks?

Read on.

… they became futile in their speculations, and their foolish heart was darkened. Professing to be wise, they became fools. ~ Romans 1:21b-22

And it just gets worse from there (just read the extensive list of horrific actions that result in verses 29-32).

Neglecting to  give thanks affects our minds and our hearts. What we think and feel are no longer truth. We may think we are wise, but we are actually fools.

Knowledge is of no use unless it leads to holy practice.

Because we know God, let’s honour Him and give thanks.

What are you thankful for today?

I’m still counting the extraordinary gifts He gives in the midst of ordinary life. Here is what I’m thanking God for these days:

2541. Our Romans class growing, and how she says she loves spending time in the Word.

2542. Frosty mornings.

2543. Quiet afternoons at the kitchen table with my Bible wide open.

2544. Running during the warmest part of the day.

2545. A walk with good friends on a beautiful fall day.

2546. Little girls practicing Bible verses together at the kitchen table.

2547. Catching up with a good friend.

2548. A brisk walk.

2549. The first snowfall and how thrilled they were.

2550. A day to spend with him.

2551. Teaching from the Word – such a privilege.

2552. How what I humbly prayed on a Sunday morning, is what He quietly spoke to my heart while sitting on the pew.

2553. This message – I’ve listed to it over and over. Lord, make it be true in my life.

2554. Running through freshly fallen snow on a beautiful, sunny morning – God so close.


Multitude Monday {on a Thursday}

After several days of being unplugged (some intentionally, some not-so-intentionally) …

I tuck her in for the night and ask her to pray ‘dear God.’ She says three sentences and they all start with thank you. At first I’m tempted to tell her to add some variety to her talk with God, but then I remember that gratefulness for who He is and what He’s done is the basis of our faith. It is me who must remember to come to Him as a little child.

For these I’m thankful …

2423. Northern air.

2424. Rocks, trees, and lakes and the beauty of God’s creation.

2425. Four kids full of adventure – biking, swimming, jumping and fishing.

2426. A Grammie who thinks of everything.

2427. A new summer routine: Bibles, scripture journals and gratitude lists around the table.


Multitude Monday

As I pull the cotton sheet up to  his neck, I tell him it’s time to pray.

He looks and me and says, “I don’t know what to say, Mommy.”

I tell him he has much to thank God for.

When we don’t know what to pray, we can simply count the blessings. Simply thank Him for His endless gifts.

2406. Fingerprints on glass because all too soon they will be grown and gone.

2407. Their sheer delight over a backyard pool and listening to their happy shrieks.

2408. Air conditioning.

2409. Sitting in the shade of a tree all afternoon with good friends as they kids run and play.

2410. Country air and sheep grazing.

2411. A bright field of canola and how they kept asking me to take another picture.

2412. Good conversation making a slow three-and-a-half hour drive pleasant.

2413. Spending a day with a good friend I haven’t seen in a long time.

2414. Beautiful wather for a 7-year-old birthday party.

2415. Wrestling through deep theological questions together.

2416. Water balloons and freezies and chocolate cupcakes.

2417. The way she clung to her brother as they rode around.

2418. A grandma who takes her grandson to the swimming pool.

2419. Crop tours with Papa.

2420. My mom’s cooking.

2421. The way he said thank you and gave grateful hugs after opening each gift.

2421. Rain that holds off.


Multitude Monday

2390. Pushing myself and aching legs and feeling better after.

2391. Hot air balloons against a clear blue sky as the sun goes down.

2392. Reading books with her in the rocking chair.

2393. A safe flight and ‘I love you’s’ over text.

2394. A Bible and a lounge chair on the deck and her reading with me.

2395. Fresh green beans.

2396. Memory verses at breakfast and explaining repentance to them.

2397. A phone call at bedtime from Daddy, stranded in a western airport.

2398. A day with my girlie on her school trip and the way she clutched my hand and said she wanted me to be in her group.

2399. Watching her excitement as she discovered the animals.

2400. Pushing myself longer and harder than I ever have.

2401. Watching them splash in the summer sun.

2402. BBQ’d chicken and corn on the cob on the deck.

2403. A leisurely walk by the river.

2404. His patience and understanding.

2405. Listening to him read her a story.


Multitude Monday

2373. When she said, “Mommy, it’s fun Bible studying with you!”

2374. Sweet notes tucked strategically by my husband for me to discover first thing in the morning.

2375. Lively discussion in Bible class.

2376. Nanny and Papa on the sidelines as she plays.

2377. How excited he was that I could come to hep his class and they way he hugged me when I walked in.

2378. A baby bunny hopping after it’s mama and the way she ran from window to window to watch them.

2379. The tiny freckles appearing on her nose in the summer sun.

2380. A day to myself.

2381. A leisurely walk with my camera.

2382. Light flooding through the new screen door (so thankful for my hubby who installed it!).

2383. The way she wraps her arms around my neck at bedtime.

2384. An opportunity to use the Word to minister to someone.

2385. A new project in the Word.

2386. Early morning walks.

2387. A BBQ on a patio in the shade with good friends.

2388. How proud she was to dirtbike with the big boys (and how relieved I was that she didn’t hurt herself!)

2389. Climbing trees.


Multitude Monday

The practice of counting His endless gifts keeps me in a continual state of gratitude …

2356. The clip-clop of 2 teams of horses resounding down an empty street in the cool of the day.

2357. Having him home for lunch.

2358. The way I can feel everything slow.

2359. Fresh green onions in a salad on the deck on a hot summer day.

2360. Her hat pulled low as she creates.

2361. The first day of a new season.

2362. Lunch out with my hubby.

2363. An uninterupted afternoon at the table with my Bible and notes spread open.

2364. Worship music on the front porch.

2365. An early morning walk with a friend.

2366. Mist rising off the pond as the sun comes up.

2367. Rain all day on the parched, dry earth.

2368. A lazy Lego afternoon.

2369. Bible study around the table as a family.

2370. The way he wanted to sit right beside me and how we laughed silly together.

2370. An incredible testimony and God’s amazing power to redeem.

2371. The whole family together and family photos.

 

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