Wednesday, June 24, 2015
My life is but a weaving
Between my God and me.
I cannot choose the colors
He weaveth steadily.
Oft’ times He weaveth sorrow;
And I in foolish pride
Forget He sees the upper
and I the underside.
Not ’til the loom is silent
And the shuttles cease to fly
Will God unroll the canvas
And reveal the reason why.
The dark threads are as needful
In the weaver’s skillful hand
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He has planned.
He knows, He loves, He cares;
Nothing this truth can dim.
He gives the very best to those
Who leave the choice to Him.
Corrie Ten Boom
I found this on the She Reads Truth facebook group today. If you have never seen She Reads Truth check it out here. This is a very easy, and interesting daily women's devotional. I am addicted to it
Thursday, June 18, 2015
I've been reading "The Hands Free Mama" by Rachel Macy Stafford. It is a must read for all busy parents that want to connect and engage with their kids.
Xo before you go, was a chapter in how we say goodbye to the ones we love.
I love the fact that my boy going into his sophomore year of high school still says "I love you mom!" Yes sometimes it is sarcastic, sometimes it is to bait me for money or a ride somewhere. But when he calls me at work to tell me he's home, or I drop him off at a friends he says "I love you," even in front of his friends.
I love that even after 12 years together my husband will come and give me a quick kiss before he leaves to go anywhere...even to the gas station for a lotto ticket or a beverage. Yes sometimes perfunctory...but Always. No matter what.
I love that Macey has learned from her Daddy and our supply of goodbye and goodnight kisses is still an everyday occurrence.
Even better is that all of them usually greet me at the end of the day. Gavin will emerge from his cave and Macey will sometimes be waiting on the front step for me.
Hugs in between. ..but I think we've got the goodbyes right. Because you just never know so Xo before you go.
Tuesday, June 16, 2015
Tonight I witnessed love in it's truest form...it was in the form of phone calls to check a patient's well being. It was in the hand holding, beer smuggling, assistance in the most basic needs. Chap stick applying, eye glass cleaning, hugs and prayers. It was chicken keeping and relaying messages that all is good. It was family.
And when I saw my father in law take the hand of his bride just shy some 50 years from I do....melt my heart and all the ties that bind us together as family. Love works its invisibe magic entertwining us all as one. I am a part of that story, their story...family = love.