Order from Chaos
I'm a mother of two, a wife to an amazingly good man, and a dreamer.
Monday, March 12, 2012
What's in a name?
Sunday, March 4, 2012
Order from Chaos
Other than her amazing compassion, London is very much me. We care too much about things we shouldn't, and I hope so badly to conquer some of the sins we both struggle with before she's older so that I can be a testimony to her for what the Holy Spirit can do.
Story is Lance. Dead out. It's not just the fair skin and red hair. They're crazy. I'm telling you. Most people don't get to see my hunny in his purest form, but the boy is crazy funny. He's goofy and sweet and passive. I love both of my girls, oh so very much, but one of the many reasons I love Story is because when I look at her, I see a man I love more than any other person on this Earth. I see all his good and bad characteristics all balled up into a little blue eyed girl.
On the same note, I have a friend/mentor that I love love love to go visit. She sharpens me, and I always leave her loving my kids and husband a little more than when I got there. The last time I visited her, I left trying to put my finger on just what I loved so much about her. I got home and was greeted by silly little Story and it hit me. My friend reminds me so much of the Father that I love so very much. We are all image bearers of God, but some people resemble Him in their actions much better than the rest of us. I leave her with a smile thinking, I love Him so much. I want so badly to be that way. I wish so badly that I could hide myself in Him so that any positive trait someone did find, they would automatically attribute it to Him.
I've been wanting to rename my blog for awhile now. Tastes of Chaos is still a bit fitting for our crazy home, but not for the heart of it. In this current season, I no longer want to accept the chaos in our lives. God makes order from chaos and He can do that in my life as well. As I reread the last few posts of mine, I feel like that that topic seems to be the very heart of my writing now, and therefore, a fitting title. All that to say, my blog has a new title and I hope that my life experiences can continue to grow to fit the name :).
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Dedication and arrows. The same, right?
This Sunday was just a reminder of that. A reminder that these are my children, but they're not. That this is our home, but it's not. That I have a plan for them, but I don't.
Motherhood carries so much responsibility. So many worries. So much stress. How wonderful it is at the end of the day to let go and know that He is in charge and not I. Not I, with my grand plans of who my children will turn out to be. Not I with my limited knowledge. Not I, with my mortal shortcomings and failures. After all, it wasn't I that planned these children in the first place, so He showed from the beginning how much He knows better than me.
Friday, February 17, 2012
Simply Ten in the midst of Moving
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Psalm 51:7
Sunday, February 5, 2012
meaningful relationships
he turned to me and heard my cry.
He lifted me out of the slimy pit,
out of the mud and mire;
he set my feet on a rock
and gave me a firm place to stand.
He put a new song in my mouth,
a hymn of praise to our God.
Many will see and fear the LORD
and put their trust in him.
for the waters have come up to my neck.
I sink in the miry depths,
where there is no foothold.
I have come into the deep waters;
the floods engulf me.
I am worn out calling for help;
my throat is parched.
My eyes fail,
looking for my God.
Those who hate me without reason
outnumber the hairs of my head;
many are my enemies without cause,
those who seek to destroy me.
Then the righteous will answer him, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? 38 When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? 39 When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?’
“The King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.
Matthew 25:37-40
How many people are hurting like David and I just walk right past them? Or chat to them about something superficial and they are drowning? Am I ministering to people? Have I lost so much sensitivity to the Spirit that I can't even recognize when a child of His hurts, a person created in His image, that He knit together while in their mother's womb? I'm sad to say that the answer is yes. Just like our pastor was saying last week, it is impossible to have a meaningful relationship with absolutely everyone, but I no longer want to sacrifice those relationships that I can invest in on the altar of American culture. "for the waters have come up to my neck. I sink to the miry depths, where there is no foothold." Oh God, help us to love You and your children. "I am worn out calling for help; my throat is parched. My eyes fail, looking for my God."
If a friend is sinking and parched from calling for God, the only practical thing to do is to hold them up and call for them.
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
Those pink walls
I had had it today with London's room and the absolute chaos that it had become, so I went in to clean. Her room is decorated with tons of pink, and had little music note stickers all over the wall above the rockingchair rail. I decided to go ahead and take them off now, while I was in You're Room is Awful! mode, hoping it'd be an easier transition into a bare room later on. As I started peeling off the stickers, I was instantly transported in my mind into a room, dark with a fan going, a rocking chair in the corner, and a little baby girl quietly sleeping. We moved here when that baby was 6 weeks old, and it's all she's ever known.
Our home is small, older, and has some serious plumbing issues that flair up every few months, but it's our home. We love it. I hate to add up the money we've spent in rent since living here, but what a home it's been. Those pink walls have sheltered my baby girl. They've protected her from the chaotic world outside, from the cold, the heat, the bugs (ew). More importantly, they've witnessed so much. They've sheltered us as I cried in that rocking chair, exhausted from lack of sleep and desperate for the baby to stop crying. They've sheltered as I have completely lost my cool and temper on a two year old. Then, they sheltered as I came back in to apologize and hug her. They've been there countless times in the night, when I crept in unnoticed to get on my knees by her bed to pray for her. To pray that I could do this. To pray that I could give her the love and attention she needs with a new little sister on the way and then there. To promise God that I'd parent her and love her and love her daddy. To give her to God, for His plans...and only some of those times because I was exasperated and at the end of my rope ;).
Oh, those pink walls...and we're only on one room.