Friday, April 30, 2010

Tell you Jesus

Layna and I walked slowly in the warm sun. Aahhh. It felt good. And the warmth seeped through my jacket to my bones. It warmed me.


I love walking. I like the idea of being around people, going on with their everyday. I am indirectly a part of their day, just by being around. You, see, I don't believe in coincidences.


Incoincidentally, as we get close to our door step, there is a lady sitting on hers, around the corner. Perfect oppurtunity, to share the gospel, and meet a neighbor.
"Layna", I say. " Can we go talk to that lady about Jesus?"
"Uh-huh"
We cross the street, pushing the stroller with sleeping Tam, and approach the lady quietly sitting. I open my mouth to start a conversattion. (Weather anyone?) Before I could talk about it , Laynie goes, " I tell you Jesus!" The neighbor tilts her head to get a close listen. " Hm?" Laynie emphatically repeats, " I tell you Jesus!" I chuckle, kinda nervously, and say " Well my name is Chantel, what yours?" She tells me to call her Ms. T*. "Well, Mrs. T, I am sure you may have heard the gospel. Have you believed it?" She nods.  "Well, let's talk about obeying it, let's talk about Jesus...." I sat on a chair by the steps and thanks to my little intro, I let God do the rest of the talking. I told her-

 Jesus.

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Look what I can do


"Mommy, Look! Look, ma"
"Yes?" I turn slowly from the computer
"Isn't this neat, mommy?"

Bri has two tennis rackets strapped to her foot with her brother's belts, and, with the aid of his race-car-track poles, she has transformed into a skier.

"Watch this mom!" Mak glides across the floor on his belly atop the skateboard. " Did you see me? did you see how fast I went? Whoa!"

"Mommy, mommy, look at me, hehehe" There is Laynie, with the plastic fireman hat on her head,and Bri's red rubber boots,  hands raised in the "TADA!" stance, in the middle of the staircase.

Me: "Wow". " How creative." "That's uh, wow, you must be, so brave to do that Mak."  "Oh , yes, look at that."

Whew!

Then I think of the times I am doing something that I consider uber-spiritual. Some of those times I have to catch myself when I think , I wish such-and so could see me.. Ughhh! Why do we need validation from other's? Isn't God's vote of confidence enough?

Job 7:17 What is man, that thou shouldest magnify him? and that thou shouldest set thine heart upon him?


Psalm 8:4 What is man, that thou art mindful of him? and the son of man, that thou visitest him?

Psalm 144:3 LORD, what is man, that thou takest knowledge of him! or the son of man, that thou makest account of him!

Matthew6:3-5

3But when thou doest alms, let not thy left hand know what thy right hand doeth:

4That thine alms may be in secret: and thy Father which seeth in secret himself shall reward thee openly.
5And when thou prayest, thou shalt not be as the hypocrites are: for they love to pray standing in the synagogues and in the corners of the streets, that they may be seen of men. Verily I say unto you, They have their reward.

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Slow Down and smell the ro-, uh, flowers?

Walk, walk,
walk, walk
"Laynie, come on!"

Walk, walk, walk
ughhh. " Come on Lay, we have to get Mak and Bri from school."

Pause
Turn
Hands on Hips

"I want to pick da flowers mah- mm, I want to pick da flowers"

Ok.
I wonder if she would care if I told her they were weeds, really.

Breathe in and out slowly, and count to 10. That should be long enough, right? To pick dandy lions.
Yellow ones, White puffy ones, and deflowered ones. None get overlooked.

"Here mommy, I picked them far you!"
Big Grin.

 Smile, Chantel.
I place the eccentric bouquet gently in the strollers cup holder, take the fleshy little hand into mine again, pushing the stroller with the other hand.

Walk, walk
walk, walk, walk
Think.
Slow down.
Thank you , Jesus, for the flowers.
"Thank you, Laynie Bae"

Friday, April 16, 2010

Introducing my Musical Brother in Christ: Thomas Williams

Why are there so many music artists in the world? Yet they all can find a niche into someone's ear? Because the Lord said sing unto the Lord a NEW song. As Long as there is the LORD he will always give a a new song to sing. 

I was so excited when Thomas introduced his new CD. It is available on CD Baby and you can check out his website on http://www.thomaswilliamsmusic.com/.

I grew up with this inspiring and talented man of God- look at him now.  Tell him, Chantel sent you.

Praise God!

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

On Purpose Kisses

 any given moment  anything to do with my now 8 month old little lady goes like this:

 ( Cue robot voice)
New...object...in view....
Must... compute
Must...gather... data

And Then into the data-gathering chamber it goes, I.E. , her mouth. Eye glasses, phone, the rubber ball, the tv remote, her own unsuspecting naked foot; must all pass "gum"-spection.

In this regard it is sensible to think that her wide gaping mouth closing in on the prey that happens to be my cheek or lips, fall into the this-is-just-routine category.
 Until recently.

Recently there has been a slight change. There has been a spidery fingered palming of the face and neck; then a purposeful pulling forward of the head; then what follows is the most tensive, slow, deliberate, connection of lip to face- a pause, a deep breathing, a gummy grin. There is deep sense of achievement as she pulls away eyes beaming, ready to fly out of my arms to now go taste test the  keys someone just dropped on the table beside us. As if to say 

" Now who's next?"

Friday, April 2, 2010

It just tastes better

My children DO this. They like to put beverages in things other than normal cups. I mean if it is a cup then it must have a lid with a hole in it. But c'mon, why a cup with a lid when you can have a THERMOS. Or, better yet, a bottle, with cap, once-filled, now empty, asking to be filled with the beverage of MY CHOICE, again.

My daughter just asked for a drink. After my approval, I turn around and see her pouring into her mostly emptied Vitamin Water bottle. I sigh, and say, "Please, do not make a mess." Even though I really want to say Whats the point?? We have plenty of cups? Instead she goes to the dish rack, gets a plastic container to set the empty bottle in, to catch any mess that may be made from the outpouring. All this for a drink.

I guess, it must taste better, is all. And well In everything give thanks right? It will save me ONE LESS cup to wash, right? Right?
 Now,all this typing has made ME parched. I wonder if they think I'm over the top of  I just use,
A CUP.

Here's my cup Lord
 I lift it up Lord
Come and quench this thirsting of my soul
Bread of Heaven
Feed me 'til I want no more
 Here's my cup
Fill it up
 and make me whole