Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Fearfully and Wonderfully

These two girls are different.
 Different and so wonderful.

This girl is a ballerina.  She likes to have a say in what she is wearing, and if she could, would wear a skirt or dress everyday.  She loves her long hair and to have it styled.  She is sensitive, a peacemaker, and a cuddle bug.  She loves having lots of friends around to play with and sees the best in everyone.  This girl, when going on a date with her daddy, asked me to brush her (very knotty) hair and to put it in a side ponytail.  This girl wanted to change her earrings to the "hoops" for her date.  

This girl is fearfully and wonderfully made.

This girl is sure of who she is.  This girl doesn't care what she's wearing, as long as it's comfortable.  This girl likes to wear jeans everyday, even on Sunday (good thing her mom does too!).  This girl doesn't care what she looks like, she's confident in who she is.  Dirt on her face?  Who cares!  Hair a mess?  Who cares?  This girl is loyal.  Her closest friends are important and treasured in her heart.  This girl joyfully cares for all her younger siblings and cousins.  This girl, when going on a date with her daddy, refused a hair brushing and style.  This girl didn't change a thing about her appearance, and she was HAPPY.  

This girl is fearfully and wonderfully made.

I love your differences.  I love who God made each of you.  I love you, my girls.

Sunday, April 15, 2012

My Job

I love my job.  I know who I work for.  My boss give chance after chance, never threatening to fire me.  When the work place is a mess, I am not put down.  When my attitude is selfish, I am gently reminded of my necessity to serve.  When I don't see eye to eye with my co-worker, there is confrontation, correction and reconciliation.  When I'm frustrated with my subordinates, my boss listens and fills in the gaps, coming to my rescue when I need Him most.  When I feel like I'm failing at my job, my boss exudes abounding grace.  My boss is ever patient and true.

In light of all that my boss has done for me, how can I give any less to my co-worker and subordinates?

I may not bring home a paycheck for my work, but feel blessed beyond what I deserve to be able to do what I do.  The hearts and lives of the future generation are in my care.

As I work each day, I pray that in my successes and failures, my children will see our Savior.  I know my work is not in vain and cannot be done in my own strength.  May the seeds I sow reap a harvest that enables generations to see our great God, serve Him, and believe in His saving grace.

Monday, April 02, 2012


I'm having these new feelings.  I have this strong desire to be around and gush over my newest niece and nephew.  Don't get me wrong, I've always been excited about all my nieces and nephews but this time is different.

Not because they are twins.

Not because they live a couple blocks away.

 And for almost a week I've been wondering where this "gushing" is coming from.

I finally figured it out tonight as I sat, winding down from my day.

I don't have a baby anymore.

I get a lump in my throat thinking about that.  I said this week that I don't need to have anymore babies, because my sisters are still having babies and will give me my baby fix.

I said it, now I FEEL it.
Declan love.

Knox and Parker baby fix.