Thursday, February 16, 2012

Living Life from a Position of Worship

Living Life from a Position of Worship

The above link reminded me of the recent post I've written called,"Strength in Joy". I pray this article breathes life and hope into your mind and soul as it has mine.
Warmest thoughts and prayers, Chantel

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Strength in Joy

For the umpteenth time that day, I ran the baby at arms length to the bathroom. He stood like a big boy at the toilet-me positioning his head toward the bowl to catch the torrential escapade, him taking the oppurtunity to go toilet bowl fishing.

Does he not know what his body is doing? I think.

Later on, another trip to the bathroom, him, again at arms length, laughs with his legs kicking with glee. I, on the other hand ( or should I say the other end of my hands), am trying to evade the poo-splosion, which has already laid claim to my fourth set of sheets ( as a matter of fact we have been sleeping sheetless for 2 nights because I can not keep up with the laundry....)

I place him in the tub and strip him down. Water on. He bangs happily on the rim of the tub.  Rinse. Soap. Rinse. Check. Out you go.

Mmmmm, you smell so clean. Mmmmm, so cute in your towel. I love you my handsome man, I love you, my pudding cup. Tickle, tickle, tickle....
 Whoa! Whoa! Wait a minute- what happened to poo, and puke, and laundry mountains, and did I mention explosions of poo?

Well what I did not mention was during the bath, the feeling of thankfulness that I felt. I was genuinely thankful for the strength to the task. I was genuinely grateful for the willingness to do the task. I was thankful for God's grace in the abillity to perform the work. God is good.
This is more than just reciting a scripture over yourself when you face  an undesirable situation. It is more than just repeating half-heartedly what you want so badly to believe about the fruit of the Spirit, and the character of the Lord.
Giving thanks in all things is more than just a thankfulness of the lips. It is a thankfulness that flows from the heart. There is a surrender to a peace in knowing that the one who can control it all, orders your every moment. This is what you are thankful for. The all-knowing Father, orchestrates the events in your life. All of it is preparation for your role in the kingdom. God and the devil both watch to see how we respond to the momentous happenings in our lives.
Am I asking you to be fake? No.
God wants you to find the joy and peace in knowing he knows you and knows what is best for you. He wants you to be able to look beyond the "right now" and see the moment through his eyes.
Think of the grace that is sufficient and the strength of his that is made perfect in our weakness.

But let that verse be more than words that bounce off.
If you feel like the word of God is hitting a wall and not geting to where you want in your heart, or not affecting your mind the way you want- remember that it must be mixed with faith,
"...but the word which they heard did not profit them, not being mixed with faith in those who heard it."- Hebrews 4:2
Let this build your faith also - that the Word of God is sharp and powerful.
"So shall My word be that goes forth from My mouth; It shall not return to Me void, But it shall accomplish what I please, And it shall prosper in the thing for which I sent it."- Isaiah 55:11
So whether you "feel" it or not, the Word is doing its job. Your job is to believe it and receive it.
When you shift your focus from the moment to finding the joy in the moment- you will be strengthened to the task ahead. And finding the joy in one mment, will propel you to see the joy in the next.
As long as we are in this body, we will still fall, and wrestle, but we joy in his grace- and that joy is once again, our strength.


Friday, February 10, 2012

Love is strong ( and I'll prove it)

I noticed, a few days ago, as I was holding my son in my arms how toned my arms appeared. I suppose carrying a semi-permanent weight will do that to anyone. The strength in my arms, though not proportional to the comfort they give, testify to the love that is poured out through them. At night they ache, from cramps that reveal themselves only after the weight has been removed. Sometimes my back also is telling of the weights it bears. Yet like a conduit, my arms, and back, and others, carry the love from my heart. The love that pours through, rather than leaving me empty, strengthen the parts that give the most. Isn't that a beautiful irony?

Do not grow weary in doing well, for in due season, you will reap if you do not give up- Galatians 6:9

Love suffers long and is kind; love does not envy; love does not parade itself, is not puffed up; does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil; does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth;bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. -1 Corinthians 13:4-7

Me and my strong arms of love ( look at those muscles = D

Love is Strong
 It took me
 upon It's back

bore my weight
  up, on three nails


 nail pierced hands
  still hold me up

   each day

-Chantel (C) 2012

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

The virtuous little women

She looks well to the needs of her baby doll, making sure to make "shhhhh" sounds as she washes baby's hands after a potty visit.

She meticulously rolls the vacuum accessory piece back and forth beside mommy as she cleans the carpet to create lines that surely mean clean.

She runs to the laundry basket of warm freshly dried clothes- " I hep, mum. I hep." And she does

Her ear is keen to the sound of her baby brother rustling in the bed. "Za-ey Frying mom, he wake." 

She positions herself at the play kitchen while mommy cooks, and uses real utensils and the saucepan to get the right cooking effect.

She dresses herself after a bath, when mom takes too long- she is clothed in fine cottons and pink.

Her mommy looks at her, hugs her, and feels blessed.

Her price is far above rubies.
She folded this laundry herself without assistance

The virtuous little woman "reading" the bible