For months I have prayed for their safety, knowing that the very reasons we have brought them here are also the very reasons I am most afraid of.
They forgave me, yet that was only my first yell. The second came minutes later. My heart stopped in my chest. My voice was high and tight with panic.
While I was trying to teach my boys the importance of meeting people in their need and loving them to Jesus, they ended up teaching me something big, too.
While I was trying to teach my boys the importance of meeting people in their need and loving them to Jesus, they ended up teaching me something big, too.
Mamas are meant to redeem the time. But how do we redeem something that hasn’t yet been spent? We are learning how to dog-ear time’s passing with life lived in such a way that the clock’s ticking will never erase it.
We redeem time by restoring its potential for beauty.
“Oh it’s always this crazy”. He laughed a little before replying, “I thought my day was crazy. I wouldn’t trade it for your kind of crazy!”
And that’s where he was sorely mistaken.
“But Mama…” And this is when his voice cracks and his bottom lip begins to quiver. “I don’t want to die.”
No matter the circumstance or context, when for the first time words of their own death pass from the lips of your child, your own heart stops beating for a moment or two.
Please don’t ever think that I say this because I don’t love you enough. No my sons, I say this precisely because I love you so impossibly much.
The newborn days are a puzzle; an intimate game of mother and child figuring each other out. And this game–this season of such beauty–it begs for grace.
The newborn days are a puzzle; an intimate game of mother and child figuring each other out. And this game–this season of such beauty–it begs for grace.
Within just a minute of the ultrasound technician placing the warm gel and ultrasound wand onto my swollen belly, I knew something did not look right. The technician did not divert her gaze from the screen as she spoke, The technician did not divert her gaze from the screen as she spoke, “I can only find 4 centimeters of fluid. I’m calling your doctor.”
Why maybe it’s ok that we don’t cherish every moment, but instead unearth the beauty threaded throughout them.
Raising kids stirs something deep in our souls — an innate knowing that our time is finite. Taking my kids outside in creation, I’m discovering how to stretch our time and pack it to the brim with meaning. God’s creativity provides the riches of resources for teaching the next generation who He is and how He loves us. Join our adventure and discover inspiration and resources for refusing rush, creating habits of rest, living intentionally, and making the most of this beautiful life!