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The Season

8 Nov

The scene sits on the table by the door so that when you walk into our home during the holidays it’s the first thing that you see.

I place His story there for a reason.

I love to decorate for Christmas.  I enjoy seeing the ornaments hanging on the tree, telling their story of our family and the Christmas’s past.  The twinkling lights bring about a feeling of nostalgia and light the way to remembrance.  Home movies  play in my head…

She loved Christmas, my mother… And this season, this year, more than any other, I let the sadness that’s floating around me take focus off what’s important.

As I pulled down the boxes carrying memories, all tied up like a pretty package, my son walked over.

“Mom, can I set up the shelf this year?”

“You still want this task?” I questioned.  It won’t be long before he will pass me in height and some things he already feels too old to do anymore, especially with mom…

“I want to set it up myself.”

So I left him there to work.  He sat for a long time moving the pieces back and forth until they were placed just so, and he was satisfied.  And when he called me over I saw this:

Can you see it, friend?  The perfectionist in me wasn’t too happy with the unbalanced placement but then I took a step back and really looked at what he had done.

They are all looking at Jesus, even the lowliest animal is pointing towards Him.

And I sank to my knees in realization that I had wrapped myself so tightly in a cloak of sadness and self pity that I was forgetting Who we actually celebrate. It’s not about family, or friends, or even the beloved memory of a mother…

Everything points back to Him…

And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us, and we have seen his glory, glory as of the only Son from the Father, full of grace and truth.  And from his fullness we have all received, grace upon grace. John 1:14,16

Yes, grace upon grace, doesn’t that make the season so much sweeter?



8 May

Grief is a funny thing.  Sometimes it slips up on you when you least expect it, like an unwelcome guest at dinner.

And he has come to my house this Mother’s Day.

So, I’m in a reflective mood and thought I would share with you things that I learned from my mother.

  • You don’t have to be the best at everything. Just wait and grow, you’ll find your spot.
  • Love children…Red, yellow, black and white, they are precious in His sight.
  • Be an active part of your church family.
  • Service is an act of worship. And it’s better if no one ever knows who is behind the scenes.
  • A handwritten note or card can be a great encouragement.
  • A bottle of bubbles on a mission trip can make a difference.
  • Read often. It really does help your ACT scores.
  • Dance in your kitchen even if your teenager has friends over. One day she will look back and smile instead of roll her eyes.
  • Support your husband…even when it’s hard
  • Don’t gossip. If you don’t have anything nice to say…
  • Forgive your children when they mess up. One day they will realize the way you modeled the love of Christ.
  • A hula hoop is handy for corralling a sassy teenage girl. She’ll never forget that moment.
  • Keep a prayer journal. Pray for your children.  Write down when God answers.
  • If God shows you your path and it seems a little scary (and not anything close to what you thought it would be) do it anyway. God and Momma will always have your back.
  • Cereal is a great after school snack.
  • You’ll never regret marrying a man who loves Jesus and plays the guitar.
  • Sometimes, ordering pizza IS cooking dinner.
  • It’s ok to put out Christmas decorations immediately after Oct. 31. If people think you’re crazy, who cares?  Your children will think it’s wonderful.

This weekend I’m thankful for all I’ve been blessed with.  I have a husband and two children who love me.  I have a dad and step mom who think I’m great and smart.  My sisters come to me for advice and encourage me.  I have in-laws that I’m grateful to count as friends.

But today I wanted to call her and I almost forgot that I couldn’t. I even dialed her number.  And grief slipped in.