Because in that moment I started thinking about my children as adults, and even though we were joking about us being grandparents, a part of me wondered, “Lord, I hope I am preparing my children to become good adults.”
Do you ever wonder that?
Yes, our job is to parent, but that job won’t last forever. Yes, we will always be Momma, but eventually, our children will become adults.
When I look at this picture and see my parents and siblings, there is a hope I feel in knowing that what I am doing now as a Momma, as a parent, is paying off. None of us are perfect, but we know where we come from.
As Mommas on the mission field of raising our children, sometimes we must stop and do what’s best, and no matter what, enter in and enjoy the presence of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.
This spring, as I make my checklist of window cleaning, decluttering, and planting, I want to start like an opened window in spring to air-out the house and open my heart to where God is calling me to rest. It is totally in His arms of course; and in his arms I find a rest that no bubble bath, lazy afternoon nap, nor massage can give me.
I find spiritual rest in Him.
Even in seasons of brief devotion time with Jesus, we can still create a simple routine that we look forward to. Being faithful, even in a small way, allows us to slow down and create space to meditate on Him and learn His ways.
Jesus is more than a moment of receiving dying flowers, a soon-to-be-eaten box of chocolates, or a faded card from someone you want at the time to just be yours.
Lord Jesus, Thank You for being an awesome God. I rejoice, because this is the day that You have made…
As mothers, we witness so many Lasts and Firsts in our children’s lives and sometimes our hearts feel void and we think, “I shoulda, coulda, woulda…” did something different in my child’s life.
Our hearts are the hull in which our children’s wellbeing resides. We hope and pray that the sail we ambitiously set ultimately leads our children to a destination that is fulfilling.
This beauty has flourished from is-it-gonna-make-it to look-at-me-now state. I actually took a piece of this plant from my momma who has an innate green thumb to plant my own and look at it now. From time to time, I would remind my husband to prune it with hopes that it would grow. Now look
I’m visiting my sister and fam in Waco, and guess what?! I have FINALLY got a slice of the Thursday…