Friday, May 8, 2009

Mother's Day

For this Friday edition of ... something to write about, I think it bears witness that I try to write about Mother's.  But mostly I like to write about kids. 

It has been a full week and I  am a blessed women.  It started out quiet enough, but the feeling started on Saturday and by Monday morning's coffee I knew I had to go.
"I think my daughter needs me."
He said, " Okay, what do you have for me to eat?"  We walked to the refrigerator and I showed him what I had, packed my bags and was gone in an hour.    

It wasn't so much that something was wrong but it was that she was in overwhelm.  I remember those days.  It's hard to have little ones.  I think the days when my children were small were the most trying, soul stretching days of my life, so far.  ( I don't want to be stretched anymore, I've been there, I don't want to go back.  Thank you and Amen.)   It's hard on a woman to go through pregnancy, childbirth, sleepless nights, mood swings and then continue on with the day time activities.
The darkest hour is before the dawn and morning is coming.
I missed my post for Titus 2 Tuesday this week.  The second chapter of Titus says to teach the younger women to love their husbands and children.  Not that we don't love our children, that's a kind of God given love we have for them before they are even born.  Sometimes it's easier to take your frustrations out on the ones you know will forgive you, like husbands and children.  
What this chapter in Titus is telling us is to reach out into the lives around us.   Teach the younger women what you have learned, it helps them to know you had one just like that, or you went through the same thing.  The message is, it will end.  It won't last forever.  You will get past it.  As romantic, beautiful and fulfilling having children is, the hard truth is it's hard.  Like anything worth having, it's worth working for and doing well.
I think many times our young people look at us, the parents, and see the end result of the years we've walked through.  They don't remember or didn't know what the hardships were like.  They didn't realize that when they went to the grocery store with you, you were counting the pennies to make sure you were able to get everything you needed to make the week's menu happen.
And if I may, and I may because it is my blog, I will step up on a little soap box here and say; I understand free markets, I'm glad we have free markets, but putting the candy at the checkout isle is just plain sneaky mean!  Moms don't have the opportunity to go to the grocery store with out the little young 'uns.  You just load um up and fight the fight.  At least I did and I know you do to, I see you at the store. :)  

So maybe right there is a ministry, offer to keep the kids while the mom goes to the grocery store in peace (once a week mom's, not everyday).   That would begin a relationship that lays the foundation for someone to have an open heart to hear.  We serve others so that we can bring them to Christ. 

And now for some good stuff. 

I got a smile out of her, I wasn't fast enough with the shutter to get the whole thing.  But this still conveys a smile.
She's looking like her sister.  These babies of Danya's have the best cheeks.

See, progress, she's learning to hold her head up.

OH, hard work!

Girls afternoon out, we shopped for some clothes, had ice cream and went to the greenhouse, since that is where my project is these days.

She's telling me a story.

Mom called, she's not sad here, just a satisfied moment knowing the story was well told.  And called me a bad grandma but I have no idea what the story was, I was just so excited to have her talking to me and me with a camera in front of my face that I didn't commit  the story to memory.  I guess I didn't really listen, I said all the correct "really's", "uh huh's" and "you don't say" in the correct place, but for the life of me I can't remember what she was telling me. 
My new mission, remember what the child is telling you and write about it!

Happy Mother's day Mom's, their worth all the work, worry and ... well, the work.
And then, I came home on Wednesday and gave my testimony on Thursday to a group of women at our church.  I'd say, God spoke into their hearts.  He left me standing, I didn't trip, fall down, get lost, bite my tongue, all of which I am happy to do if that's what God needs me to do but I'm glad that He didn't and His fire has been stoked.  I pray that in the presence of the Holy Spirit these ladies will let that Holy Flame burn in them for the lost and the broken ones among us.
I am a blessed women, what a week.
Let everything that has breath praise the LORD. Psalm 150:6


Belinda said...

What a great message. I really enjoyed the evening with you last night.The spirit moved me, I went straight home and got into the Word.God is so good. email me your info so I can call you sometime I would love the lunch thing and I want to give you a tour of the outreach center and tell you about the work we do there.


Dawn Jenkins said...

to be able to go to the store/get you hair cut without! Just the thought makes my shoulders relaxed!

Terry said...

What a great post .
Happy Mothers Day blessings to you.
I remember thinking I would never
get through .
I did not have family near or a babysitter .No phone,no insurace ,we shared one car as a family.Still do .
I did learn how to seek God first
for wisdom and help in the little things as well as the big.
Thank you for sharing today .
You are living Titus 2
what an awesome ministry being a woman/mom for God.

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