There’s been a voice developing in my head over the past year. This voice takes shards of my day and polishes and smoothes until it’s something I don’t mind putting in my window....souvenirs of my motherhood adventure. A toddler meltdown over a popsicle that in the moment makes me want to bang my head against the refrigerator door turns into a funny story that reminds me how far we’ve come from middle of the night feedings. And when I really tune into the voice, I often find insight into God and His love for me. This blog is the recording studio for that voice. My hope is that the souvenirs of my day serve as entertainment and encouragement to those of you who are banging your head against a refrigerator door. And that you’re inspired to find a voice of your own that turns these trying moments into treasured souvenirs.

Sunday, November 16, 2014

Beautiful Threads



“In everyone’s life, at some time, our inner fire goes out.  It is then burst into flame by an encounter with another human being.  We should all be thankful for those people who rekindle the inner spirit.”  Albert Schweitzer

Have you ever found yourself with an extinguished inner flame?  How do you keep from becoming one of those people who lives the rest of their life in a cold, winter-like state?  I recently found myself in this predicament.  It scared me.  I’ve always been overflowing with joy, and suddenly, thanks to a mountain of circumstances, my fire was going out.  I tried to rekindle the fire on my own; I prayed to God for help, but what I failed to do until this last week was to be open and honest with the people who surround me.  Then, in a vulnerable moment, I shared with a group of women how I was losing my joy. 

Over the next few days, God used the people in my life to fan the fire in my soul.  There was a thoughtful gift left on my doorstep, a sweet card in my mailbox, a beautiful email in my inbox, and text messages encouraging me throughout the day.  During this same time, I had visits from my favorite out-of-towners; my two best girlfriends and my parents.  My flame is stronger now, no longer in danger of being extinguished.  God was faithful and answered my prayer.  And I was reminded how God uses people to do His work. 

I’m convinced that the threads of relationships are sacred.  When strongly woven, they can wrap us in God’s love and keep us warm through the blizzards of life.  I’m blessed to have beautiful threads in my life, and I’m obligated, as a follower of Christ, to serve as a beautiful thread in the lives of others.  This life is made to live in community.  What a grand and perfect design!

Tuesday, November 4, 2014

Learning to serve with love



It was a terrible start to the day.  I was in the shower, my husband already at work, and I hear screaming.  The type of screaming that makes you think someone lost an arm.  So I dash out of the shower, run down the hall naked and wet to find the culprit, a sick boy who was screaming bloody murder about having thrown up.  Being the good mom that I am, I sent him to sit on a hard surface until I could get dressed and tend the situation.  Cleaning up vomit is one of my least favorite mommy tasks, and I had a scowl on my face as I descended and started my search for the mess.  Turns out the vomit amounted to the smallest amount of spit on the leather sofa…whew!

Just a few minutes later we were seated around the kitchen table eating breakfast.  Each morning I read a bible story to the budding theologians from the Adventure Bible Storybook.  I shouldn’t have been surprised that today’s story was about Jesus washing his disciple’s feet before the last supper (John 13).  We had great fun discussing how gross their feet must have been.  But Jesus served his friends with selfless love.  It stung just a little to remember my reaction to cleaning up vomit.  And the passage provided me with a powerful reminder that it is in the throes of motherhood when we are most frequently tested on this subject.  Can I serve with a loving spirit?  Time will tell—it’s just the start of flu season.  Posting John 13 by the mop and bucket couldn't hurt either!