Thursday, February 19, 2015

Moments in the Desert

This little corner of the web where I like to share my thoughts, my family, my life has been rather dry.  It is strange, as I sit this morning with true free time I can't help but parallel my lack of writing with my current study of The Life of Moses.  The wandering in the desert.  Moses' deep love for the Israelites.  His pleas for God to forgive their disobedience once again.  

"Now may the Lord's strength be displayed, just as you have declared:  The Lord is slow to anger, abounding in love and forgiving sin and rebellion...."

Numbers 14: 17-18

Their complaining.  Their words, we would be better off in Egypt.  His presence.  His leading by cloud and by fire.  His love and commitment to Moses.  

Is the only parallel the desert, the dry?  Have I been in a place of wandering?  Of disobedience? Of complaining?  Of forgetting God's presence since my corner of the web has become dry?  No.  I have had moments of wandering, of disobedience, of complaining, of forgetting God's presence, but that is just it they have been MOMENTS.    Moments that turn into calling upon God's presence and reminding myself of His character.  Moments that turn into a friend coming along side me in an unexpected way to provide that oasis in the desert.  Moments that send me to my knees confessing my sins before a God who is forgiving, just, and abounding in love.  Moments that remind me the grass is not greener in "Egypt," but He is at work in this place.  Moments that cause me to weep over my children and how their disobedience exposes my disobedience and gives me a deeper understanding of my Heavenly Father.  Moments that I have been mid-grumbling and I sense the Holy Spirit say, "Stop now."  Moments that have led me to pray for the broken, to ask that my eyes by open to the pain of others that I would rather ignore.  The moments have been more like bumps and less like mountains on this journey of faith I am on with the Lord Jesus Christ.  

Like the song says, I am learning to:

So let go my soul and trust in Him
The waves and wind still know His name.

It's well with my soul

Thursday, August 28, 2014

Happy 2nd Birthday Z-Bear

Two!  How is it here already?  Year two of our sweet Z-bear's life has flown by.  I do love ages 15 months to around 2.5 years old, so I am sure that contributes to the feeling of speeding time.  


I hope I always remember the way you come running as fast as your legs can carry you when you hear the door open at the end of the day yelling, "Daddee, Daddee, Daddee!"


I hope I always remember that you called your blanket 'Meme" and dragged it around the house by it's corner.


I hope I always remember the way you hold up your hand while saying, "Stop it!"

I hope I always remember how you learned to swim short distances (on your own) around 21 months.

I hope I always remember your petitions to your dad to take you for a ride or a walk around the block.  


I hope I always remember the first time you climbed out of your crib, walked down the stairs with shoes in your hand, looked at me and said, "Wake!"


I hope I always remember how you used to hug your babies and push them in the stroller.

I hope I always remember how you say, "Me-mouse" for Mickey Mouse.

I hope I always remember at 18 months you could climb up and down the stairs independently.


I hope I always remember the way you loved shoes from the time you began wearing them.  You always wanted to put them on by yourself and would let us know by yelling "Do it myself!"  One day you put on your Gap blue slip ons, walked into the kitchen, looked at me while pointing at your shoes and said, "CUTE."


I hope I always remember you asking to watch "Bible" (What's In the Bible) and "Me-mouse Cubhouse."

I hope I always remember the way you and Bennett sit in the back seat singing Agency D3.  Discover. Decide. Defend. (our 2014 VBS theme song)


I hope I always remember how you rarely wanted to be rocked to sleep, but instead reached for the crib.


I hope I always remember your gorgeous blonde hair and the little curly cue that hangs down in the back.



I hope I always remember your sweet smile, the gap between your teeth and the way you used to put your hands on your cheeks when I would ask you to take a pretty picture.


I hope I always remember the way you blow your dad away with your sweet personality and love for him.


I hope I always remember the way you pucker your lips when giving us a kiss and the way you say, "Nih, Nih, Uov You."  (Night, Night, Love You)


I hope I always remember the way you want to stand on the kitchen stool to eat your meals despite us  repetitively telling you to sit down.  Your respond with "Knees," as you proceed to kneel on the stool.


I hope I always remember your love of eggs and how you will eat any vegetable if your dad has included it in an omelet.


I hope I always remember how you used to love to go outside and sit on our back deck....alone.


I hope I always remember the days you fell asleep during BSF in the jump a roo, on the floor, or in someone's arms.  


I hope I always remember the feeling I get when you sit on my lap, hug my neck, and say, "Momma."

I hope I always remember the way your hair smells.


I hope I always remember the way you love to squat to the ground, then jump as high as you can.


I hope I always remember no matter where we were people commented on your cuteness and your sweet personality.  You are pure joy!


I hope I always remember the way you push your hair out of your eyes.

I hope I always remember the way you say, "Jesus" when we are rocking you.  That is how you ask us to sing Jesus Loves You again.


Zoe you are one of the best, most precious, gracious gifts God has given me in this life.  I thank Him for you.  Happy 2nd Birthday sweet baby girl!!!