One of the most embarrassing things I have to endure as a mother, is public misbehavior from my children. It is absolutely mortifying to me to watch two precious children who I pour so much time and energy into act out in such a disrespectful way. It is contrary to all I have worked so hard to instill within them. At times like this I feel as if the whole world is watching me to see how I will react to their inappropriate whims. Being under such scrutiny undoes my composure and I often get to the car just moments before the floodgates open. Today was one such event.
We had gone to play at the local Chick-fil-a. Summers are hot here but that does not satisfy the ravenous energy of toddlers and preschoolers; so we find places to play inside. This is one of our favorites. I sat on the floor of the play area with my pen and paper in hand but got little writing accomplished between shepherding my own two sheep and all the others as well. We managed to make it out of the play area and get our food without much fanfare or struggle but the moment we sat down everything fell apart.
Food was knocked off the table, on accident of course. My nearly-two-year-old grabbed my open packet of dressing and proceeds to swing it around. Milky white substance splatters onto the seat, the table, her clothes, and my glasses. Lovely. Quickly I grab the packet and wipe away the offensive material, only for her to grab my drink and topple that on the table as well. Now granted, this is just normal curiosity for this age and I wasn't much taken aback by it- just frustrated. My four-year-old decides to add to the chaos by having a tantrum about not being hungry. This does bother me as I battle with her about food all of the time. I cannot tell you the amount of money I have wasted because she said she was hungry. So I calmly reply that if she doesn't want to eat that is her choice but she may not go back and play. Being four, she loves to test my patience and my resolve and a battle of wills ensued. The couple behind me kept looking at my child and they must have thought I was the must unrelenting mother on the planet. I, however, know the importance of meaning what is said and saying what is meant becase I grew up in a home where neither occurred. After about five minutes of my daughters antics and trying desperately to keep up with the toddler while battling with the other, I decided to ditch my lunch and any other afternoon plans. I barely managed to corral the children and get them into the minivan before the tears exploded from my eyes.
This single parenting thing just isn't for me. It's not really any different when he is here, but at least having his support gives me illusion that I am not alone. That is enough to help me forge ahead most days. Left on my own to rear these little people, I am burnt out, overworked, underappreciated, and anxious. I need a mommy vacation. We're home now and I've put the girls in their rooms. Shortly I will have to load them back into the minivan and plow ahead through the afternoon of babysitting an autistic child while trying to keep my two under control. It's been a rough mornings and I'm praying the gloomy sky isn't forshadowing what the afternoon will be like. I'm not sure how much more I can take and it's only Monday.
Monday, July 27, 2009
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Saturday Sunshine
Life can be dreary, the dim shadow of daily routines breeds resentment. To combat dull days filled with disdain, I fill Saturdays with sun-kissed trinkets. Today we went to the pet store. It is somewhere my children beg to go knowing full well if it's a weekday I'll say no- not because I don't want to but because there are no pets there then. Saturdays the rescues and societies bring out the rascals in droves. So we go and marvel, swoon, and grin along with a hundred other families doing the same thing.
The children always enjoy petting the dogs, cats, rabbits, and what-have-yous but today was even more grand. Usually there are a few dozen neglected mutts with sad looking eyes, pleading to be taken home. Today we witnessed the reassurance of life, the fighting spirit, and the determination of love.
Thor is a regal looking man with flowing black tail. His eyes are chocolate brown and his bark would scare away the most aggressive offender. Wrapped up in this black and tan shepherd is a heart of gold and a love that rivals the sonnets of Shakespeare. He needed a walk to stretch his long legs so the girls and I volunteered. This hundred pound beauty was a joy to walk on the lead, never pulling one way or the other but keeping an alert and inquisitive expression on his gorgeous face. My children are quite young and at first I was apprehensive to let them near Master Thor but I need not worry. The baby sat on the cement outside the store and he laid down next to her, smiling and sighing as she tugged on his rich black coat. Hailey planted her face in his furr and smiled at me. He's a little underweight but I'm sure when he finds the right home, he'll fill out well. The lady telling us about him says he's house trained, great with other dogs and cats, gentle with children, and full grown. What more could you ask for? I wonder as we move on to other dogs, why he hasn't found a home yet.
Honey is a shepherd/dotson pup and full of love to give. She piddled in her crate so we had the priviledge of holding her while they cleaned up the mess. My baby is an animal lover through and through. She talked to Honey and pulled on her soft ears. Honey didn't seem to mind and snuggled in closer. I guess she had a busy day because by the time the crate was all clean, she had fallen asleep in my arms. She smelled fresh from a bath and was soft and as well-mannered a pup to boot. My baby girl cried when I put her back. She walked a little ways and found a leash and drug it back to me. If only we could have taken Honey and Thor home with us.
Hailey loves dogs and picked out the saddest of the lot- a little black lab boy named J.D. who had an accident with a mower. He's cute and resillient- full of life and has lots of love to give. The sore on his head is quite a sad mess and his eye will be removed when he is full grown. He's a wounded little guy but with an amazing spirit. We had the chance to hold him too. His black coat was smooth as silk and his eye and head would didn't detur him from playing and romping with my girls.
Leaving the store was bitter sweet. Our hearts were full but our hands were empty. For a year now we've been contemplating adopting a dog. It always comes back to the same thing- we don't have the room and this house isn't truly ours. We'd love one and the girls would swoon over the royal beast night and day, but we must wait.
My Saturday has been filled up with sunshine, silly little pups and sugar kisses from my kids. I'm one blessed mom for sure.
The children always enjoy petting the dogs, cats, rabbits, and what-have-yous but today was even more grand. Usually there are a few dozen neglected mutts with sad looking eyes, pleading to be taken home. Today we witnessed the reassurance of life, the fighting spirit, and the determination of love.
Thor is a regal looking man with flowing black tail. His eyes are chocolate brown and his bark would scare away the most aggressive offender. Wrapped up in this black and tan shepherd is a heart of gold and a love that rivals the sonnets of Shakespeare. He needed a walk to stretch his long legs so the girls and I volunteered. This hundred pound beauty was a joy to walk on the lead, never pulling one way or the other but keeping an alert and inquisitive expression on his gorgeous face. My children are quite young and at first I was apprehensive to let them near Master Thor but I need not worry. The baby sat on the cement outside the store and he laid down next to her, smiling and sighing as she tugged on his rich black coat. Hailey planted her face in his furr and smiled at me. He's a little underweight but I'm sure when he finds the right home, he'll fill out well. The lady telling us about him says he's house trained, great with other dogs and cats, gentle with children, and full grown. What more could you ask for? I wonder as we move on to other dogs, why he hasn't found a home yet.
Honey is a shepherd/dotson pup and full of love to give. She piddled in her crate so we had the priviledge of holding her while they cleaned up the mess. My baby is an animal lover through and through. She talked to Honey and pulled on her soft ears. Honey didn't seem to mind and snuggled in closer. I guess she had a busy day because by the time the crate was all clean, she had fallen asleep in my arms. She smelled fresh from a bath and was soft and as well-mannered a pup to boot. My baby girl cried when I put her back. She walked a little ways and found a leash and drug it back to me. If only we could have taken Honey and Thor home with us.
Hailey loves dogs and picked out the saddest of the lot- a little black lab boy named J.D. who had an accident with a mower. He's cute and resillient- full of life and has lots of love to give. The sore on his head is quite a sad mess and his eye will be removed when he is full grown. He's a wounded little guy but with an amazing spirit. We had the chance to hold him too. His black coat was smooth as silk and his eye and head would didn't detur him from playing and romping with my girls.
Leaving the store was bitter sweet. Our hearts were full but our hands were empty. For a year now we've been contemplating adopting a dog. It always comes back to the same thing- we don't have the room and this house isn't truly ours. We'd love one and the girls would swoon over the royal beast night and day, but we must wait.
My Saturday has been filled up with sunshine, silly little pups and sugar kisses from my kids. I'm one blessed mom for sure.
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Saturday Sunshine
Life can be dreary, the dim shadow of daily routines breeds resentment. To combat dull days filled with disdain, I fill Saturdays with sun-kissed trinkets. Today we went to the pet store. It is somewhere my children beg to go knowing full well if it's a weekday I'll say no- not because I don't want to but because there are no pets there then. Saturdays the rescues and societies bring out the rascals in droves. So we go and marvel, swoon, and grin along with a hundred other families doing the same thing.
The children always enjoy petting the dogs, cats, rabbits, and what-have-yous but today was even more grand. Usually there are a few dozen neglected mutts with sad looking eyes, pleading to be taken home. Today we witnessed the reassurance of life, the fighting spirit, and the determination of love.
Thor is a regal looking man with flowing black tail. His eyes are chocolate brown and his bark would scare away the most aggressive offender. Wrapped up in this black and tan shepherd is a heart of gold and a love that rivals the sonnets of Shakespeare. He needed a walk to stretch his long legs so the girls and I volunteered. This hundred pound beauty was a joy to walk on the lead, never pulling one way or the other but keeping an alert and inquisitive expression on his gorgeous face. My children are quite young and at first I was apprehensive to let them near Master Thor but I need not worry. The baby sat on the cement outside the store and he laid down next to her, smiling and sighing as she tugged on his rich black coat. Hailey planted her face in his furr and smiled at me. He's a little underweight but I'm sure when he finds the right home, he'll fill out well. The lady telling us about him says he's house trained, great with other dogs and cats, gentle with children, and full grown. What more could you ask for? I wonder as we move on to other dogs, why he hasn't found a home yet.
Honey is a shepherd/dotson pup and full of love to give. She piddled in her crate so we had the priviledge of holding her while they cleaned up the mess. My baby is an animal lover through and through. She talked to Honey and pulled on her soft ears. Honey didn't seem to mind and snuggled in closer. I guess she had a busy day because by the time the crate was all clean, she had fallen asleep in my arms. She smelled fresh from a bath and was soft and as well-mannered a pup to boot. My baby girl cried when I put her back. She walked a little ways and found a leash and drug it back to me. If only we could have taken Honey and Thor home with us.
Hailey loves dogs and picked out the saddest of the lot- a little black lab boy named J.D. who had an accident with a mower. He's cute and resillient- full of life and has lots of love to give. The sore on his head is quite a sad mess and his eye will be removed when he is full grown. He's a wounded little guy but with an amazing spirit. We had the chance to hold him too. His black coat was smooth as silk and his eye and head would didn't detur him from playing and romping with my girls.
Leaving the store was bitter sweet. Our hearts were full but our hands were empty. For a year now we've been contemplating adopting a dog. It always comes back to the same thing- we don't have the room and this house isn't truly ours. We'd love one and the girls would swoon over the royal beast night and day, but we must wait.
My Saturday has been filled up with sunshine, silly little pups and sugar kisses from my kids. I'm one blessed mom for sure.
The children always enjoy petting the dogs, cats, rabbits, and what-have-yous but today was even more grand. Usually there are a few dozen neglected mutts with sad looking eyes, pleading to be taken home. Today we witnessed the reassurance of life, the fighting spirit, and the determination of love.
Thor is a regal looking man with flowing black tail. His eyes are chocolate brown and his bark would scare away the most aggressive offender. Wrapped up in this black and tan shepherd is a heart of gold and a love that rivals the sonnets of Shakespeare. He needed a walk to stretch his long legs so the girls and I volunteered. This hundred pound beauty was a joy to walk on the lead, never pulling one way or the other but keeping an alert and inquisitive expression on his gorgeous face. My children are quite young and at first I was apprehensive to let them near Master Thor but I need not worry. The baby sat on the cement outside the store and he laid down next to her, smiling and sighing as she tugged on his rich black coat. Hailey planted her face in his furr and smiled at me. He's a little underweight but I'm sure when he finds the right home, he'll fill out well. The lady telling us about him says he's house trained, great with other dogs and cats, gentle with children, and full grown. What more could you ask for? I wonder as we move on to other dogs, why he hasn't found a home yet.
Honey is a shepherd/dotson pup and full of love to give. She piddled in her crate so we had the priviledge of holding her while they cleaned up the mess. My baby is an animal lover through and through. She talked to Honey and pulled on her soft ears. Honey didn't seem to mind and snuggled in closer. I guess she had a busy day because by the time the crate was all clean, she had fallen asleep in my arms. She smelled fresh from a bath and was soft and as well-mannered a pup to boot. My baby girl cried when I put her back. She walked a little ways and found a leash and drug it back to me. If only we could have taken Honey and Thor home with us.
Hailey loves dogs and picked out the saddest of the lot- a little black lab boy named J.D. who had an accident with a mower. He's cute and resillient- full of life and has lots of love to give. The sore on his head is quite a sad mess and his eye will be removed when he is full grown. He's a wounded little guy but with an amazing spirit. We had the chance to hold him too. His black coat was smooth as silk and his eye and head would didn't detur him from playing and romping with my girls.
Leaving the store was bitter sweet. Our hearts were full but our hands were empty. For a year now we've been contemplating adopting a dog. It always comes back to the same thing- we don't have the room and this house isn't truly ours. We'd love one and the girls would swoon over the royal beast night and day, but we must wait.
My Saturday has been filled up with sunshine, silly little pups and sugar kisses from my kids. I'm one blessed mom for sure.
Monday, July 20, 2009
Faith. Fellowship. Friends.
Some people are naturally outgoing and eager to meet new people. I'm not one of them. Having a conversation with a person I've not met before goes over something like putting a metal knife in a toaster. It's just not a good idea. Now don't misunderstand me, I am personable to an extent. I can smile and say hello. I can be helpful giving directions and help people find something once in a while. Shucks, I can even shake a hand or say a prayer if someone needs it. Just don't ask me to make small talk or name everyone in the room. All you'll see of me is the tracks from my tires as I peel out of the parking lot.
Now that's me. But this is what God says: "Do not forsake the gathering together of the body of Christ." Really, that goes so much deeper than just going to a building where other believers are. I believe it's about three things.
1) The body of Christ- other believers who share our FAITH. God wants us to rub elbows with faith-minded people. Why? Because "where ever two or more are gathered in my name, I am in the midst." In other words, God gathers among His children. Where His children are, His spirit is. Where His spirit is, His power is. Where His power is, the potential for healing, restoration, salvation resides. Mix your faith together with others in the body- not just in church. Though that's a great place to start.
2) Gathering Together. Lots of people gather in places all over the world. What's different about what God is asking us to do? I don't think He's talking about just being in the same room. I believe He's talking about fellowship. Fellowship can be defined as the gathering together of people who share like interests. What greater common interest is there? We are gathering for a common purpose- to glorify God and strengthen the body of Christ.
3) Lastly, I believe that by gathering together in fellowship and mixing our faith together with other believers, that we will develop close knit circles of friends who can pray for each other, keep one another accountable, and rejoice together over God's amazing works. Friendships with God at the center are such rejuvenating and encouraging relationships.
For someone like me, this is a hard thing to do. I can do okay with the first two but the friendship part I really struggle with. Being a friend to someone, and letting someone be a friend to me requires opening up a little bit of my heart, taking down a little bit of my wall, and pulling back the drapes a little bit. Trusting does not come easily to me.
God is calling me to new things in this area of my life. I sense it even now as I write this. He has strategically placed me on a ministry team that will challenge my introverted nature. And you know what amazes me more, I'm excited about it. If He had asked me to do this last year I probably would have been like Abraham's wife and laughed at Him. "How can this be, Lord?" I would have asked. "Do you see me? I am shy and mousy. I'm not outgoing and I sometimes get tongue tied like Moses." Isn't God good. Thankfully I've learned to appreciate His sense of adventure and take it all with a good dose of humor!
Now that's me. But this is what God says: "Do not forsake the gathering together of the body of Christ." Really, that goes so much deeper than just going to a building where other believers are. I believe it's about three things.
1) The body of Christ- other believers who share our FAITH. God wants us to rub elbows with faith-minded people. Why? Because "where ever two or more are gathered in my name, I am in the midst." In other words, God gathers among His children. Where His children are, His spirit is. Where His spirit is, His power is. Where His power is, the potential for healing, restoration, salvation resides. Mix your faith together with others in the body- not just in church. Though that's a great place to start.
2) Gathering Together. Lots of people gather in places all over the world. What's different about what God is asking us to do? I don't think He's talking about just being in the same room. I believe He's talking about fellowship. Fellowship can be defined as the gathering together of people who share like interests. What greater common interest is there? We are gathering for a common purpose- to glorify God and strengthen the body of Christ.
3) Lastly, I believe that by gathering together in fellowship and mixing our faith together with other believers, that we will develop close knit circles of friends who can pray for each other, keep one another accountable, and rejoice together over God's amazing works. Friendships with God at the center are such rejuvenating and encouraging relationships.
For someone like me, this is a hard thing to do. I can do okay with the first two but the friendship part I really struggle with. Being a friend to someone, and letting someone be a friend to me requires opening up a little bit of my heart, taking down a little bit of my wall, and pulling back the drapes a little bit. Trusting does not come easily to me.
God is calling me to new things in this area of my life. I sense it even now as I write this. He has strategically placed me on a ministry team that will challenge my introverted nature. And you know what amazes me more, I'm excited about it. If He had asked me to do this last year I probably would have been like Abraham's wife and laughed at Him. "How can this be, Lord?" I would have asked. "Do you see me? I am shy and mousy. I'm not outgoing and I sometimes get tongue tied like Moses." Isn't God good. Thankfully I've learned to appreciate His sense of adventure and take it all with a good dose of humor!
Dents in my Fenders
My Pastor used an illustration yesterday that I can so relate to: lost house keys. I have a pair of keys somewhere in my house that I lost four years ago. Really. I swear that I lost them in the girls' bedroom but no matter how I searched, even emptying out all the dressers and their toy box, I never did find them.
Then on the way home from picking up my oldest girl from preschool camp, I heard this song on the radio. It really should be my anthem. While we were painting last night, I stepped in every paint spot on the drop cloth. I nearly fell off the ladder, and I mucked up a corner or two that I had just fixed. It's pointless to say it, but I'm far from graceful. I've tripped over my own two feet climbing stairs, squirted coke out my nose, and had more than my fair share of fashion mishaps.
In all this, though, the thing that I'm reminded of constantly is that this is who I am. This is my natural instinct, my natural self. God created me and fashioned my inmost parts, He set me apart before I was born. He knew that I would be this clumsy haphazard person who should be walking through life with a caution sign strung around my neck to warn people that I'm prone to accidents. But regardless of how topsy turvy I can be, God still loves me and made me this way for some reason- maybe to remind me that it's okay to laugh. I'm a serious person and if I hadn't learned to laugh at my accidents a long time ago, I'd never have a dry face or be able to wear makeup even a few hours.
I like the line in this song that says "I'm free to be me." Sometimes I forget that I can just be who God created me to be. I don't have to be prim and proper or meet all the expectations that society, family, and friends put upon me. I can just be myself- and you know what- I like myself, even with all of my flaws, failures, and ungraceful moments. In God's eyes I am His beautiful child- and you are too :)
Six O'Clock Wake Up Call ... Or NOT!
I crawled into bed last night determined to get up early and spend time with the Lord this morning. To make certain I didn't oversleep and miss my dedicated time with Jesus, I set my alarm for six. My girls get up as early as seven, so I wanted to give myself an hour before there was any chance of them getting up. There's nothing more frustrating to me than being disturbed and losing my cool during my time with the Lord. Plus, let's face it- children can be and often are a distraction.
The alarm went off. I groaned and hit the clock with the intention of getting up. But instead, in the few minutes I started praying I dozed back to sleep and my girls woke me around 7:45. Lesson learned? Don't pray in bed. I've got to find a better place to spend time with the Lord. My bed just isn't going to cut it- even if it is the most comfortable place in the house.
The baby should go down for her nap soon, so I'll try again then. I had really hoped to put God first in my day this morning. Tomorrow's another day. Hopefully I'll be able to keep my committed time then. Looking forward to my Bible study and prayer time later this morning when the house is quiet. There's something so refreshing about being in the presence of God.
The alarm went off. I groaned and hit the clock with the intention of getting up. But instead, in the few minutes I started praying I dozed back to sleep and my girls woke me around 7:45. Lesson learned? Don't pray in bed. I've got to find a better place to spend time with the Lord. My bed just isn't going to cut it- even if it is the most comfortable place in the house.
The baby should go down for her nap soon, so I'll try again then. I had really hoped to put God first in my day this morning. Tomorrow's another day. Hopefully I'll be able to keep my committed time then. Looking forward to my Bible study and prayer time later this morning when the house is quiet. There's something so refreshing about being in the presence of God.
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Life in the Pit
Ever heard the saying "the road to hell is paved with good intentions?" I feel like that's the theme of my life some days. Lately, I'm realizing that I'm not able. Most of my life I've had to do things for myself, even as a child, and so admitting that I'm not capable of doing something is huge blow to my independent self-sufficient type A personality.
I don't believe that I purposely set out to undermine God or to prove that I can do things on my own, but I'm learning that I often do just that. God would want me to seek Him and let Him walk with me through my days, guiding my steps. Yet, I fail so many times. I fall down daily. I screw up daily. This act of submitting ourselves to Christ and taking up our crosses and following is not something that comes easily to me.
My pastor preached last Sunday about prayer. It was a powerful message and I pray that it did not fall on deaf ears. He said that when we cease to pray and spend time with the Lord that are in essence telling God that we don't need to rely or depend upon Him. Our lack of prayer could be one of two things: pride or unbelief. When we stop praying and start living according to our own strengths and abilities, rather than relying upon God, we exalt ourselves and devalue Christ and our relationship with the Father. Thinking long on that is enough to stop us dead in our tracks.
His suggestion for dealing with this part of our lives was to set aside a special time and place where you get closer to God through Bible study, worship, and prayer. He talked about how he prepared his place every night in anticipation of the following morning meeting with the Lord. What a wonderful thought- to anticipate and be excited about spending time with Jesus. Many of us have forgotten- myself included- the joy that we are supposed to have in Christ.
Pick a place. Pick a time. Pick a method. Spend time with your savior. He loves each one of us so much. Don't let the day slip by without meeting with Him and being refreshed in His word. Climb out of the pit and stand on the mountain top. God can realign your perspective :) I'm praying He does the same for me.
I don't believe that I purposely set out to undermine God or to prove that I can do things on my own, but I'm learning that I often do just that. God would want me to seek Him and let Him walk with me through my days, guiding my steps. Yet, I fail so many times. I fall down daily. I screw up daily. This act of submitting ourselves to Christ and taking up our crosses and following is not something that comes easily to me.
My pastor preached last Sunday about prayer. It was a powerful message and I pray that it did not fall on deaf ears. He said that when we cease to pray and spend time with the Lord that are in essence telling God that we don't need to rely or depend upon Him. Our lack of prayer could be one of two things: pride or unbelief. When we stop praying and start living according to our own strengths and abilities, rather than relying upon God, we exalt ourselves and devalue Christ and our relationship with the Father. Thinking long on that is enough to stop us dead in our tracks.
His suggestion for dealing with this part of our lives was to set aside a special time and place where you get closer to God through Bible study, worship, and prayer. He talked about how he prepared his place every night in anticipation of the following morning meeting with the Lord. What a wonderful thought- to anticipate and be excited about spending time with Jesus. Many of us have forgotten- myself included- the joy that we are supposed to have in Christ.
Pick a place. Pick a time. Pick a method. Spend time with your savior. He loves each one of us so much. Don't let the day slip by without meeting with Him and being refreshed in His word. Climb out of the pit and stand on the mountain top. God can realign your perspective :) I'm praying He does the same for me.
Friday, July 17, 2009
Missed Opportunity
A few days ago, I was going about my errands and noticed someone walking on the side of the road. I live in the southeast and the heat here is sometimes unbearable. Naturally, I felt a little sad for this person. Driving down the road, I swear I heard the voice of God telling me to turn around and go pick her up and take her to the place she lived.
I had my children in the car with me and I don't make it a habit to pick up strangers- EVER. So, I rationalized that I must have just been "hearing things" in my head and that God wouldn't really ask me to pick someone up. Maybe it was fear or maybe it was inconvenience. I don't know the real reason, but I kept on driving.
That little lady, who by the way was probably in her 70s and shouldn't have been out in the head, has been on my mind every day since. I guess the lesson in this is that when you think you hear the voice of God, you should listen. So many opportunities pass right through my fingers. My goal this week is to grab hold of at least one. There are so many people who need God's love in their lives and just maybe He might want to use me to show them who He really is.
I had my children in the car with me and I don't make it a habit to pick up strangers- EVER. So, I rationalized that I must have just been "hearing things" in my head and that God wouldn't really ask me to pick someone up. Maybe it was fear or maybe it was inconvenience. I don't know the real reason, but I kept on driving.
That little lady, who by the way was probably in her 70s and shouldn't have been out in the head, has been on my mind every day since. I guess the lesson in this is that when you think you hear the voice of God, you should listen. So many opportunities pass right through my fingers. My goal this week is to grab hold of at least one. There are so many people who need God's love in their lives and just maybe He might want to use me to show them who He really is.
Monday, July 13, 2009
Prayer for Our Children
I don't think anything says it better than this song by Mark Harris. May we always remember the reason we are given our children- to establish them in love and truth. They are only ours for a little while. Cherish every moment, every laugh, every tear, every birthday, every year.
More Beautiful You
More Beautiful You
Little girl fourteen flipping through a magazine
Says she wants to look that way
But her hair isn’t straight her body isn’t fake
And she’s always felt overweight
Well little girl fourteen I wish that you could see
That beauty is within your heart
And you were made with such care your skin your body and your hair
Are perfect just the way they are
There could never be a more beautiful you
Don’t buy the lies disguises and hoops they make you jump through
You were made to fill a purpose that only you could do
So there could never be a more beautiful you
Little girl twenty-one the things that you’ve already done
Anything to get ahead
And you say you’ve got a man but he’s got another plan
Only wants what you will do instead
Well little girl twenty-one you never thought that this would come
You starve yourself to play the part
But I can promise you there’s a man whose love is true
And he’ll treat you like the jewel you are
So turn around you’re not too far
To back away be who you are
To change your path go another way
It’s not too late you can be saved
If you feel depressed with past regrets
The shameful nights hope to forget
Can disappear they can all be washed away
By the one who’s strong can right your wrongs
Can rid your fears dry all your tears
And change the way you look at this big world
He will take your dark distorted view
And with His light He will show you truth
And again you’ll see through the eyes of a little girl
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