My sweet baby boy

The other night, I wandered to my eleven-year-old son's room at bedtime.

He was settling into bed, and I lay down next to him for a few minutes. We chatted for a few minutes, my mother's heart full of quiet joy at the sweet moment with my son. My mind wandered to the days when he was a newborn, just over eight pounds. In those day, when he lay on the bed next to me, he curled into a tiny little peanut, burrowed tightly up against me. But now his long, lanky form takes up almost as much space on the bed as I do.

I thought about these things with a sigh, and I reached over and brushed my fingers across his hair.

And then he tooted.

I mean, tooted. The kind of mattress-rattling honk that almost lifted the covers a little.

And we laughed together until our sides hurt, snorting and tossing each other a high five.

I loved that little baby, but oh, how I love the young man.

Thank goodness for new days

Because of the LORD's great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. Lamentations 3:22-23

I don't know about you, but tonight I needed to read that.

New every morning.

Every morning. A new big batch of God's compassions for this messed-up, funky heart of mine.

I'll sigh, and I'll rest in Him tonight. And tomorrow I'll start over.

Do not lose Heart

The Gospel according to a 7 year old

Sharing my faith with my children is one of my favorite things about being a mother. But sometimes, expressing the beauty of the Gospel to a seven-year-old boy with the attention span of a fruit fly leaves me shaking my head. The following conversation actually happened this week:

Little Man: Do people have eyeballs in Heaven?

Me: Probably not like we have them now, but we will certainly be able to see what is going on around us in Heaven.

Little Man: Do people sleep on clouds?

Me: I don't know. Maybe. The Bible doesn't tell us a whole lot of specific things about Heaven, but we know it will be a million times better than earth.

Little Man: Bad guys in jail don't go to Heaven.

Me: Well, they do if they ask God to forgive them for their sins and ask Jesus into their heart. We're all sinners, whether we're a bad guy in jail or not...

Little Man: If they don't love Jesus, they'll go to hell and the devil will keep them in a cave.

Me: Well, something like that. Do you understand how we get to Heaven?

Little Man: You die.

Me: Well, yes, but how do you get to go there when you die?

Little Man: You love Jesus.

Me: [thinking we're finally getting somewhere] Yes, you love Jesus, and you ask him to forgive you for your sins, and you invite Him to live in your heart.

Little Man: So are we happy that Jesus died on the cross?

Now, there's one for the theologians. Any takers?

Me: I'm not happy that Jesus had to suffer, but I'm sure thankful he was willing to go through that to pay for my sins.

Little Man: [Thoughtful pause]. Oh. So, are ninjas real?

And...evidently the moment has passed.

Grace in a Manger

As I sit this morning, very aware that today is December 1st and I am no where ready for the upcoming Christmas holiday, I am reminded that this season is about something extraordinary.

Christmas

Christmas is happy, Easter is hard.

At least, that's how I thought about it when I was younger.

Christmas, I thought, was the cheery holiday that evoked images of a sweet baby Jesus, a manger full of fresh-smelling hay, joyful shepherds, a glorious star and a partridge in a pear tree.

The real theological meat was diced at Easter, I believed. Easter was about blood, death, and victory won only through the harshest pain. Easter was about sanctification and propitiation and all those other "-ation" words that my pastor is supposed to explain to me.

And so, in my simple little head, Christmas was happy, Easter was hard. At Christmas, we could just sit back and not think too hard, sip our egg nog, and gaze at our happy little nativity scene in which Mary looks all clean and regal, not like a scared young teenager who just went through labor next to a cow.

That was then. I've been around the block a few times now. I don't see Christmas in quite the same way.

I look around and see homeless people and sick children and hungry nations and angry young people and bitter old people...and I wonder why on earth Someone would leave Perfection for such a dirty old planet as this?

I know we needed a Savior, and desperately, but to choose to come? To enter humanity at its dirtiest--poor parents in a barn, of all places--to endure the hardest parts of being human with only the promise of the pain of ultimate sacrifice?

Maybe Christmas isn't easy after all. Maybe it's as gritty and earthy as the darkest moment on the cross.

But OH, is it ever beautiful. It's as beautiful as any Easter sunrise, as victorious as a heavy stone pushed away from a tomb.

In one glorious, cosmic, explosive moment, the God of our Universe leapt into our messed-up world. Victory wrapped in swaddling clothes.

Hope nursing at His mother's breast.

Grace in a manger.

Ramblings

Sometimes I LOVE days in which everyday things are suddenly more vivid and pronounced than any other day making your world seem so overly blessed....

so today, I love....

~small, quiet coffee shops full of quaint aromas, and lulling music that quiets your soul

~the thought of pumpkin spiced anything

~the brisk, cleansing air of a new fall morning

~Thanksgiving & counting all the blessings that I am thankful for this year alone

~the fall leaves that delicately fall on my windshield. Thankful for change and new beginnings

~hearing sweet words of encouragement from my kids and knowing that God blessed me with being their mom

~getting too small for my britches....or my britches getting too big for me =)

~being part of something way bigger than me.....God still makes the sun stand still today

~to be surrounded by friends that encourage, inspire, and challenge me to be the person God intended for me to be.

~being outside in the beautiful fall air unless it involves getting gas, then, I dread it so often my gas gauge looks like this


Hope everyone has a blessed Wednesday.....

On the Bright Side