Friday, May 27, 2011

How I know: A lesson on trust

This I how I know I can trust Him
It humbles me when I tell my children to do something and,without delay,
they hearken, say "yes, ma'am" and go to it.
My husband says too, that he is humbled,when I follow his
lead,trustingly. It behooves him to make his decisions all the more,
sound and sure.
Together,we have decided to trust God with our family-- in provision, in
protection, and in size/number. Sometimes I go to God shaking in my
boots on the latter.
Today, when Alayna asked if it was ok to play dress-up, I
hesitated. Usually the dresses and such, end up carpeting the girl's
bedroom floor. This is despite my constant reminder to replace the dresses when
they are done. Slowly I reply,
"Ok," "But if the dresses aren't hung back up,you're gonna get
it." Excitedly,and clearly oblivious to the last part of my
consent,Alayna bounces up and says ,"Yes,ma'am!" and runs to commence a
new phase of playtime.
As she walked away, I felt immediately humbled. I wanted to call her back
for a hug, and tell her how sweet she is, and say 'you can dress up in
your beautiful dresses all you want' (possibly to my own regret later).

I let myself smile, however, when she and Tamerah glides through my door
in their dresses,with grins bigger than their bows.
I smiled at the warm wave of peace I felt from the Lord,  suddenly reassured that he
knows me, wants the best for me. He is aware that I am trusting in,
and submitting to him.
He does not want to betray that trust.
More than I love my children, and more than I love myself, and more than
my husband loves me-- GOD LOVES me.
A simple act of joyful submission from my 4 year old,reminded me of that
unchanging fact.

For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, says the LORD,
thoughts of peace and not of evil, to give you a future and a
hope.-Jeremiah 29:11 (NKJV)


Thursday, May 26, 2011

Wash, Live, Repeat....

"Sweetheart is that how we sit at the table?"
"Put your folder in your book bag , hon."
"Uh, uh, uh- shoes off at the door."
"OK, make sure you brush your teeth, wash your face and lotion it."
"Did you brush your hair?"

I use these lines and more every single day. Things I have repeated, if not years, for months.  Exasperated, I think, why can't they just remember?

Then the Spirit says:
 "Love is not easily provoked"
"In everything give thanks"
"Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not to your own understanding."
"My grace is sufficient for you."
"Put on the whole armor of God"

These are lines that God, through his indwelling Spirit must constantly remind me.

His word says we must "die to the flesh" everyday, and be "renewed  in the Spirit" day by day. We must partake daily of the spiritual bread, the Word of God.
It is everyday, morning by morning, his mercies are renewed for us.

 God as our Father instilled a lot of repetition in our lives. It must simply be, because we will choose to forget. It must be, also, that the enemy  is in competition for our souls. He is bombarding us repetitively with anything opposite of what God is planting in us.

This humbles me as a mother. I can't grow tired of redundancy, when I am planting goodness in my children. God, does not grow tired of doing that for me- because he wants the best for me.
I want the best for  my children as well.
"Clean up your rooms, then go outside to play!" is what I'll say, amongst other things, again today-- and many days after.

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

The Joy List

A book titled Calm in my Chaos had a great suggestion for creating a list of things that bring you joy. To create the list , write as many things as you can in five minutes that  bring you even the most remote pleasure- nothing, the author writes, is too small. Here is mine:

Chantel's Joy List
  • unprompted back rubs from my dear husband
  • Tamerah's seven-toothed grin
  • Alayna's heart to help
  • the feel of the sun on my arms after walking out of a shivering cold building
  • sunlight filling a room after the shades have been pulled back
  • stretching out on freshly washed sheets after a long, tiring day
  • my husband's way of making me bowl over with laughter ( he is so funny!)
  • learning a new song on my guitar
  • taking the children to a huge playground and watching them have fun while I just sit and relax
So try it- write a "joy list". Then when youare having a chaotic moment, pull it out and close your eyes to picture it all.

Sunday, May 8, 2011

Sleep Light

"She looketh well to the ways of her household, and eateth not the bread of idleness.
 Her children arise up, and call her blessed"- Pro. 31:27-28

It was close to 2am. I called for mom. Who else under heaven would I call?
The phone rang just a few times before she picked up, sounding not a bit disturbed. "Mommy, can you pray with me?" She didn't answer. She started praying.
I wasn't a little girl in my room at my parent's house any longer, still she was there to call on.

Not a night goes by that I do not hear the word mommy, or mom, sounding into my ear canal. Even without a newborn, nights do not render me off-the-clock.

Parents in general do not punch in and punch out, on their parenting roles. Mothers in particular, however are on duty in title, and, in doing. Typically while Daddy snores away, moms  are handling intermittent wakers, I-had-a-bad-dream-ers, bed wetters, and the one who decided they couldn't make it to the bathroom to throw up dinner.

I am amazed how easily waken I am. It is as if my unexpected late night visitor, was not unexpected at all.

Sleeping light is part of the skill set inherited when motherhood births you.

Mothers have to sleep light- without heaviness, without worry, and ideally without resentment.

Mothers are the sleep light- the beacon in the darkness, the calmer of fears, the one who makes the unclear clearer.

Close to 2am. A dream woke me. My heart was racing. Who else would I call? The one who possesses and defines the character of mother. The ultimate example of a perfect parent- Jesus, my sleep light.
Psalm 121
I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help.
 2My help cometh from the LORD, which made heaven and earth.
 3He will not suffer thy foot to be moved: he that keepeth thee will not slumber.
 4Behold, he that keepeth Israel shall neither slumber nor sleep.
 5The LORD is thy keeper: the LORD is thy shade upon thy right hand.
 6The sun shall not smite thee by day, nor the moon by night.
 7The LORD shall preserve thee from all evil: he shall preserve thy soul.
 8The LORD shall preserve thy going out and thy coming in from this time forth, and even for evermore.