The Adventure of Life

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I was happily looking ahead to next year and all my children being happily in public schools for the first time ever.  I spent my mornings contemplating all the time I would have for my blogging, reading, painting, organization, etc., etc. And then it happened, a small little nagging feeling in the core of my being.  I started to think of how much I was going to miss my 5-year-old being with me throughout the day, about how much I actually enjoy our morning snuggles, our reading on the couch, our afternoon game time.  The desire to homeschool once again started to bubble in my spirit, but I pushed it back down right quick. No, I did not want to give up my time, oh all that glorious time. Visions of me relaxing on the couch reading a book filled my mind, but that feeling wouldn’t stop, it was relentless. Then it expanded that little desire became not just homeschooling our 5-year-old but our 8-year-old as well.

I had many conversations with Daddy about this desire, and what it exactly meant and looked like for our family.  I felt fear come in about this desire to homeschool, so much so I was overwhelmed.  You see the last time we homeschooled I had all four kiddos home and it was so very difficult on me and not very enjoyable for any of us.  That fear made me doubt my abilities, my sanity, my desire as being authentic.  I teetered between wanting that time all to myself and the desire to have my children home. Back and forth I felt tugged between them both.

I just keep going to Him, day after day, asking him to show me what it’s all supposed to look like.  Asking him what I truly desire, and if my desires are his desires. Asking Him to show me what is His best for our family.  I let him persuade me of His truth, that I am fully capable to carry this out.  That I can take and find the time for myself despite being with my kids 24/7.  That he will provide those moments that I desire of relaxing on the couch with a good book in spite of homeschooling. That I could have both in a sense.

He showed me that this journey of trusting him in my relationship was much the same as this journey to trust him with homeschooling.  That there needed to be a deconstruction of all that I knew about education, all those years of book learning needed to be torn down so that he could reteach me what school was to look like for our children. Much like my journey about of “religion” and into beautiful relationship with Him.

He showed me that my greatest asset is not my Master’s Degree in Education, nor my organizational skills or creativity, it is Him.  Yes, all those things are awesome and important but to have the source of all truth and wisdom is infinitely more valuable.  To be able to go to him when something with my kids learning isn’t working and say, now what?  To know that I don’t have to have all the answers because he does. The best news is we all have that same access to Him.

He showed me that sometimes the decision to homeschool isn’t just about what you will teach the child academically that year, that it can be more about what you will teach that child relationally.  What you will speak into that child identity wise, that it could be more about a season of protection and building up than it can be about imparting academic wisdom.  How closely this relates to our fathers very heart for us.

Maybe it’s simply about allowing the child to feel empowered by letting them select a topic they enjoy and just coming along for the ride.  Maybe it’s about letting the child go unrestrained into this new way of learning and not requiring them to stop for the day when the scheduled lesson is done.  Maybe it’s about knowing that some days will be spent on hours of grammar because that’s what she wants to do and the next day grammar won’t even come into play as the outdoors is calling and knowing that, that is OK.  Maybe it’s about building relationships and learning to simply trust yourself and your abilities. To learn to love learning all over again from the ground up.

Oh, how closely that can mimic where God has me at right now with Him.  His focus is on teaching me about real relationship with him and what that looks like, it’s about deconstructing the misperceptions I had and focusing me on my true identity and value. In this journey, he is protecting me and building me up day by day. He is less concerned about my “book” knowledge and more concerned about my relational knowledge.  He is empowering me in my abilities to hear and connect with Him and is allowing me to run this race unbridled and full of excitement and passion, no rules and regulations or to do lists hinder this race any longer. The chains are broken and I have been set free.

Some days this race is run full speed ahead and others days it resembles more of a slow trot, but either way he is showing me that both are perfect. He is showing me that this pace that I am on is my own and that I can trust it and Him. That it’s about learning to trust myself, and to trust who He is showing me that I am.  I am learning to love this glorious adventure and I am somewhat sure I will also enjoy this new season of going back into homeschooling.  One thing for sure is it’s a glorious adventure and I have the best teacher right here inside of me.


The Joy of the Lord is our Strength

There are some days in this crazy life that I seem to need more strength, to desire more joy, to long for more peace.  If I could manifest it myself by speaking it forth with my words, or believing harder, or doing more you darn well better believe it would be happening, I’ve tried. But alas, that isn’t my job it’s Daddy’s, praise God for that.  So instead of trying to recite things over and over, or striving to manifest the fruit of the spirit in my own strength, I simply go to Daddy. I crawl up into his lap, snuggle in, and spill my heart to the one who knows me best.  Speaking to Daddy, telling him our desires, our needs our wishes for our lives is the very definition of one of the words used for prayer, the greek word proseuchomai.

This word means towards, exchange/ to wish, pray.  When I speak to Daddy throughout my day (aka pray) I’m exchanging my needs, my anxieties, my desires, my wishes with him. Some may say that I don’t believe enough if I have to go to him and ask him to help me and I say even Jesus prayed to daddy.  What am I exchanging my needs, anxieties, desires and wishes for there in his lap? I’m exchanging them for the confident expectation that he who began the good work in13510934_10154273703056649_2622201700011040852_n me will also finish it.  I’m exchanging my heaviness with his truths.  I’m giving it to him and trusting him with it all. I’m allowing him to speak truth into the deepest places of my heart that are so desperately longing for them.  I am allowing him to love me in every way shape and form and from there everything else fades away.  In the arms of my loving Daddy I am safe, secure, comforted, and loved. That my friends is what prayer should be.

I’ve heard so often that the message of Grace is a message to allow those who are weak to get away with sin. That is not what it is, “It is God fulfilling a promise to us of us sharing in his life with him. Adam believed he could attain that by his own works, people still under the law believe that Daddy’s life is only manifested because of their good works.” Bertie Brits

Many people said the same thing about Jesus, they felt he was getting away with sin.

The Son of Man has come eating and drinking, and you say, ‘Look at him! A glutton and a drunkard, a friend of tax collectors and sinners!’ Luke 7:34

At that time, John’s disciples came to Jesus and asked, “Why is it that we and the Pharisees fast so often, but Your disciples do not fast?” 15Jesus replied, “How can the attendants of the bridegroom mourn while He is with them? But the time will come when the bridegroom will be taken away from them; then they will fast. Matthew 9:15

What Jesus was doing looked like disobedience to the Pharisees who like those under law feel that their behavior is what earns them things with Daddy. But that is not what Daddy says, daddy says Jesus did it all, there is nothing left but for us to believe.

For the kingdom of God is not a matter of eating and drinking but of righteousness and peace and joy in the Holy Spirit. Romans 14:17

Fruit of the flesh, is the fruit of the belief of works, you believe that you yourself like Adam did can bring forth Daddy’s life in you by your own hands.

The Fruit of the spirit is God’s spirit manifesting those things in us.  We don’t chase after the fruit, we chase after the spirit.  When I curl up in my papas lap and allow myself to be loved by him and talk with him I am chasing after him.

Joy is part of the fruit of the Spirit (Galatians 5:22) How do we get more joy? Do we try harder, confess it out loud more? No, we simply continue to allow Daddy to love us, we chase after our Papa, because he is chasing after us.

Hebrews 12:2 2 looking to Jesus, the founder and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is seated at the right hand of the throne of God.

John 15:9 -10- As the Father has loved me, jso have I loved you. Abide in my love. 10 kIf you keep my commandments, you will abide in my love, just as lI have kept mmy Father’s commandments and abide in his love. 11 These things I have spoken to you, nthat my joy may be in you, and that oyour joy may be full.

12 p“This is my commandment, that you love one another as I have loved you. 13

We cannot love as he is talking here, agape God love, in our own strength or effort. We can only love others as Jesus does if we first are able to receive his love, when we are so filled with his love it effortlessly overflows out of us onto those around us.  It is not something we have to try to do it just happens because we are so filled with him we can’t contain it all. He is calling us to remain in his love, to not again believe that we need to earn his love that we need to prove ourselves worthy of our love that we can simply abide in it because we are loved by him unconditionally, now and forever just as it was in the beginning. Our only work that Jesus spoke of while on earth was to believe. Out of the believing comes the abiding.  When we believe he abides in us we effortlessly abide in him.  He’s always been there we just didn’t believe it. He wants us to be filled with joy that he has always loved us, he is calling us to stay in that love just as he did on earth.  He never forgot who he was, loved by Daddy. We live by Jesus Faith his joy is in us and he wants our joy to be full.  This happens when we fully believe and realize who we our and receive our Daddy’s love for us.

These things I have spoken to you, that my joy may be in you, and that your joy may be full. John 15:11

Until now you have asked nothing in my name. Ask, and you will receive, that your joy may be full. John 16:24

I pray that we ask Daddy to reveal to us the joy that is ours through our intimate relationship with him.  That he would uncover any lies that we are believing that are keeping us from living in that very life of joy. I pray that today we would rejoice in the Lord, as he continues to reveal his goodness and love.  As we begin to walk deeper in his glory (Good opinion of us).

The word Rejoice in the greek is Chairo. It is from the root words Xar and Xaris.

The root Xar means “favorably disposed, leaning towards” and the root Xaris mean “Grace,” literally to experience God’s grace and to be conscious for His grace. How awesome is that? Rejoice means leaning towards Daddy to experience his Grace.

Photo Credit Idy Stemaly

Photo Credit Idy Stemaly

Phil 4:4-8

4Rejoice in the Lord always; again I will say, rejoice! 5Let your gentle spirit be known to all men. The Lord is near. 6Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer (Proceuche-remember this from above) and supplication (heart felt petition arising out of a deep personal need) with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. 7And the peace of God, which surpasses all comprehension, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.

8Finally, brethren, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is of good repute, if there is any excellence and if anything worthy of praise, dwell on these things.

Lean towards Daddy to experience his Grace always, again I will say, lean in and experiences his grace. Let your gentle spirit be known to all men. The Lord is near. Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by Exchanging/wishing and with heart felt petition out of what you need with thankfulness let your requests be made know to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all comprehension, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.

Finally, Brothers and Sisters whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is of good repute, if there is any excellence and if anything worthy of praise, dwell on these things.

Daddy wants us to dwell on his good opinion of us his glory he lead us out of the glory of works into the glory of Jesus.  He wants us to lean into him and tell him about all of our doubts, fears, wishes, desires and he will exchange them with his truths. He wants us to see just how amazing he is and how amazing we are so that out of our spirit effortlessly flows the fruit. Works come out of the fruit, please don’t hear me say that works are not evident but there is a difference.  One form is done by self-discipline, obedience, obligation, or even, guilt that is not the works he was talking about.  The other flows out of us effortlessly when we realize what a good Daddy we have we can’t help ourselves but to spread the news and love as he has those in our path. Blessings!

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Daddy Do You Love Me?

My prayer lately has been Daddy show me how you love me, help me to know how to receive your love and what that looks like in my life.  He’s been leading me back again to studying the 23rd Psalm lately. I’ve been pondering it again with fresh eyes through the finished work of Jesus. One thing is for sure David believed in who God was, he knew God and was confident in his knowledge of Him.

The Lord is my Shepherd.

David believed that Daddy would take care of all his needs. He being a shepherd understood the role of a shepherd intimately and he fully trusted God in that role in his life.  A shepherd is responsible for the welfare of his flock. He also protects the sheep from predators.  Shepherds are responsible for tending to injuries and basic medical treatment for their flock. The shepherd makes frequent checks on all the sheep at all hours of the day and night and assist ewes in the birthing process.

God is my shepherd; he takes care of me. He protects me from predators and those things against me trying to bring forth death. He tends to my hurts and needs, my injuries and sicknesses lovingly.  He is constantly aware of what is going on with me, every inch, every detail tending to me helping me in this birthing process that is bringing forth the new life that is already in me.

The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want. 

Want here is the Hebrew word chaser it means:

  • Bereaved: be deprived of a loved one through profound absence, or death
  • Be abated: die down, lessen, decrease, diminish, fade, weaken, become smaller or less intense, lessen, reduce
  • Cause to fail
  • Have Lack

David understood and believe that Daddy would provide for all his needs, he believed that he would not be deprived of God’s love or be absent from him. He believed that he would not decrease or diminish in the Shepherds tender care.  He knew that he would not fail or have lack in any way. He trusted in his Good Shepherd.

That type of trust and belief can only come when we have intimate knowledge and relationship with Daddy.  When we fully know and believe that he is a good father.

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This part bothered me for some reason because I was reading it as he forces me to and that to me didn’t sound like love.  When I was thinking about it I thought can you really force a sheep to lay down? Is that even possibly if it’s a big one? Why would he make me? Where is the free will in that? But then the Holy Spirit unpacked it a bit more for me and it was beautiful.  A sheep lays down when they are fully sated, or satisfied. He was showing me that his care of me, his abundance of every good thing satisfies me to that point that I am fully sated. It is then that I lie down. I lie down, but I do so because he has filled me, so in essence he makes me lay down by his filling of me. Because he has tended and cared for me so beautifully I am fully satisfied and can lay down and where does he have me lay down?

He makes me lie down in green pastures.

Green pastures are cool and refreshing rest, they are delight and provision and the very example of God’s covenant of Grace with us. I’m so full of his goodness of Grace I lay down in this cool refreshing rest fully satisfied.

I also found it interesting that sheep cannot digest all they have eaten until they law down.  It is not until I lay down in rest that I can fully digest it all.

He leads me beside the still waters

Leads: protects

Beside: to on

Still waters: are waters of rest and refreshment, comforting, quiet

He protects me and leads me to the still waters, the safe waters or refreshment and rest. I found it is interesting to note that sheep will not drink from moving waters, mainly due to instinct because if a sheep’s wool gets wet it surely will drown as it sucks up the water and makes it heavier.

He restores my soul;

Restores=turn back, return

Daddy returns my soul to the truth of my being, he brings me back from my errors.

He guides me, leads me in the paths of righteousness (safety) for His name’s sake.

He returns my soul to the truth of my original design, leading me on the path of righteousness for his Glory. I am his Glory. Not because of anything I have done, but simply because of His love and grace. He chose me before I was even born.

I am the sheep, He is the Shepherd, all I am called to do is to trust and believe in Him.  Learning to accept Daddy’s love is looking a lot like learning to trust who he says he is so in return I can trust who he says I am.  It is seeing myself as worthy to be loved, worthy to be known, worthy to be cherished, worthy to be cared for by the creator Himself, the King of Kings.  It’s stepping into the role of Daughter, Bride, Righteous. It’s beginning to see the power that is inside of me, the keys he has given me, the territory that has always been mine. Blessings.

Luke 12:32

“Do not be afraid, little flock, for your Father has chosen gladly to give you the kingdom.

Love Lessons from My Dog

Black Labs and Free Will

I was thinking this morning about our Black Lab that we rescued last year.  God was just showing me how much my relationship with her mimics his with me, in so many amazing ways.

When we decided to get another dog after the loss of our yellow lab I was hesitant.  With four kiddos at home I didn’t want to go through the housebreaking and obedience training again.  We decided if we were to get a dog we wanted another Lab, a female, we wanted it potty trained, obedience trained, and it had to be good with kids and our other dog.  Honestly, I never thought we would find a dog like that. We even let the kids decide what name they wanted to name the new dog and they chose, Marley.

About two days in of looking at shelter sites I found a Black Lab, whose name was Marley, seriously right. She was 7 IMG_7058

years old, obedience trained and potty trained.  I thought surely this must be a God thing.  We traveled as a family to the shelter to meet her with our other dog.  I remember when they first lead her in, she was so sad looking, she had her tail between her legs, she was missing huge patches of hair from a flea infestation her old owner never cared for and she was grosley underweight and dirty.  But I could see she was a sweet soul. She tentatively came and sniffed each of all.  The kids tried to get her to play with toys but the vet tech said she didn’t like to play.  We took her outside to meet our other dog and they got along well.

Since we only came to look we left, 15 minutes down the road Jason and I looked at each other and we knew, we had to turn back, we had to take her home.  We both new she was ours. We went back and took her home on a trial basis for 3 days, still skeptical that she could be so amazing. We took her home, gave her a bath, brushed her, fed her, bought her a bed to sleep on and lavished her with love and affection. When we took her back to officially adopt her after the three days the shelter didn’t even recognize her, she was a totally different dog.

The first week we had her we would come home several times and find her in our garage, we couldn’t figure out how she got out through not one but two doors.  After this happened several times I remembered what the shelter had told me about her past home.  She was in a home with several animals, she was obviously neglected and uncared for by her condition when she was found.  The owner thought that the landlord kept letting the dog out of her apartment, but I knew in that moment she was letting herself out.  The owner had come to claim her but couldn’t or didn’t want to pay the $40 claim fee.

As the weeks went on our sweet Marley began to heal emotionally and physically, she began change and grow under our love and care.  She became a dog who loved to play, imagine that, so much so she now carries her toy with her where ever she goes.  She greets me each morning with her toy, and more recently kisses.  She began to smile a lot, and life came back into her eyes.  Eventually she stopped letting herself into the garage as she realized that we were there to care for her and love her, she was finally trusting us and she had finally chosen us as we had her in the very beginning.

God was just showing me that like Marley he found me neglected, unloved, and abandon.  He rescued me and through his love and tender care brought forth my true personality. The one he saw under all the dirt and grim. He washed me cleaned, cared for my needs and lavished his unconditional love on me. I learned that I was safe, that I could trust him, that he was for me.  Under his care I learned how to love and receive love. True love isn’t about force it’s about loving someone enough that you can give them the choice to choose you, knowing that they may not.   I am forever thankful for the beautiful black lab who has touched my heart and has chosen me.  Just as Daddy is forever thankful that his love and pursuit of me caused me to see the truth of who he was, a good father, so much so that I choose him.  You see he choose me in the very beginning but it was his unconditional love that allowed me to choose him. Love without force is the only True Love.

No matter where you are on your journey with him weather you are still letting yourself into the garage to escape or you are waiting with your toy eager to play he continues to persuade and pursue us with his unending love and affection.IMG_7738

Parenting With Christ

Beyond Adequate

Sometimes I fear. Fear that I am an inadequate parent, fear that I am capable in raising them. I so want to do a great job with them but often feel like I have no idea what I am doing. I have a daughter who is incredibly intelligent. She is in 9th grade and got accepted into college based on her ACT score that she took in 6th grade. I like to kid with her and tell her she is that smart because I was getting my Masters Degree when I was pregnant with her so she was going to college before she was even born. She is bored in most classes because she longs to be challenged and thrives on intellectual discussion. She is different beautiful and unique.

I have a son, who needs to move, constantly. He is going from the time he wakes up until he goes to bed, he is loud, very loud, and likes to crash and bump into things for the sensory input. He struggles with reading (dyslexia) and writing (dysgraphia) but is incredible intelligent. He comprehends while moving and listens while not looking at you. He learns differently and because of that has struggled with bullying at school and anxiety. He is a tender-hearted kind young man who desires to please you. He is different and beautiful and unique.

I tell you about these two amazing children of mine because they are so extremely different. Maybe you too find yourself with children that are nothing alike. I often asked God why would you give me children that are so opposite, so different. I feel like I finally am doing a great joy with one and then nothing applies to the other. It’s hard, at times frustrating, but an amazing journey.

It is in these moments that Daddy reminds me that he makes no mistakes, that these gifts are as much for me as I am to them. That he equipped me with everything each one of these unique blessings needs. Even in the darkest moments when I am banging my own head against a wall he is there showing me I can do this. When I wonder if I can take any more repetitive sounds he gives the patience to keep enduring. He’s helped me to realize that each of them are unique and beautiful. That there is no one who better understands them, that loves them more than me, except him. That my love for them is what makes me perfectly qualified to be their mommy.

Even when I don’t know all the answers His very spirit within me guides me into the truth. His Spirit of revelation and wisdom within me is what allows me to parent. I’m not a good parent because of what I do; I’m a good parent because of who I was created to be their Mommy. God knew what he was doing, and he gives us a heart for those He has entrusted us with. Sometimes we just need to be reminded that we are what is best for our kids. We are doing a good job even when we are struggling to see it, even when all we see are our faults and mistakes, our kids see that we Love them unconditionally and that is the greatest gift we could ever give them.

Psalms 139:13-17

For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place, when I was woven together in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed body; all the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be. How precious to me are your thoughts, God! How vast is the sum of them!

The Beautiful Unveiling

Parenting: The Gift


Sometimes when my children are struggling in the world it is easy to forget that God loves them even more than I do. When they are hurting, when they are deceived by friends, when they are picked on, put down, made fun of, and devalued this mommas heart gets angry. There are times when I can stop and look at these situations and see the hurting people who are hurting my children. Through God’s grace and revelation these times are increasing, praise God. I can see the child from the split home struggling to find love and acceptance, the girl whose brother committed suicide and feels lost and alone, the boy whose mom died way to soon and hates his life without her, the kids desperate for peer approval because they don’t feel seen or valued in their own home, the teacher going through a divorce. Does this revelation make is easier on this mommas heart? Not always, but it makes me understand why it is happening, it makes me hurt not just for my own children but for those hurting them. It doesn’t make what’s happening right, or acceptable, but it makes it understandable.

IMG_8370My oldest daughter is amazing, she is abundantly smart, artistically gifted and has a firm grasp on God and His love. She hears him, and hears him well. She is her own person, mature, insightful and is very must apart from what the world screams she must be at her every step. I love that about her, that she dares to be who God called her to be without reserve or apologies. However, that makes it hard as a teenager. You don’t fit in, you are different, finding real friends is hard, you are often misunderstood, and that breaks my heart because she is so amazing. I can only try to show her how amazing she is, to instill her true worth, beauty and value deep in her soul. To encourage her that she is perfectly, perfect, beautiful and amazing. She has taught me how to be myself, to not worry about earning the worlds approval and she has inspired me in my creativity. She is a gift.

My oldest son struggles with what the world calls disabilities. They are disabilities that by looking at him you would not know mostly, but they are2012-02-IMG_3182 just as real and just as hard as the ones physically seen. He is picked on, bullied, and hurt by his peers for being different. School is hard, and he often struggles, not from lack of trying. His teachers also often misunderstand him and he has hard days. He is on medication, which we both hate and he longs for friends. This momma’s heart hurts, each and every day. I long for others to see his beauty, to see his compassion and tenderness, to see the amazingness of who he truly is apart from the worldly diagnosis’s. He is smart, creative, and amazing.  He just learns differently than what he is taught he is “suppose to.” If others could see the tears, the anxiety, the endless effort he puts in each and every day they would see how strong he truly is. He has a beautiful heart. We reassure him he is perfect, loved and exceptionally gifted and smart. We love him and hug him and affirm him.  He has shown me the love of the Father time and again by His selfless spirit and compassionate heart. He is a gift.

My youngest daughter looks just like me.  She is the spitting image of myself when I was her age.  She is told that often. To this very fact, God opened my eyes, and showed me how I was speaking about myself, this body that mirrors hers.  I saw her watching, observing, listening. I stopped, I stopped criticizing my body, my self found faults, and I allowed myself to see my beauty and strength. I let go of worldly perceptions and loved myself.  In turn I taught her to love herself, not for who she was on the outside, but the inside.  She is a bright light of joy to those who know her.  She is a compassionate soul who hurts when others do.  She prays for the sick, she sees the beauty in all people.  She is a gift, this little me. She freed me from a battle with self-image and opened my eyes to my beauty within. She is amazingly beautiful and kind and tender. She loves without reserve just like Jesus and that smile, oh that smile.  What joy.

My youngest son is so funny, loving, smart, and active.  He has taught me to slow down and enjoy life. He has brought countless hours of laughter into our home with his wit and charm.  His numerous requests to snuggle IMG_7738buggel on the couch that would have normally been met with a “I have to much to do,” have turned into Yes moments that I will cherish forever. Just him and I laying together as I run my fingers through his hair and stare into those wise old eyes.  The opportunity to stay at home and be the one to care for him each and every day is such a great gift.  I am honored and awed continuously watching him learn and grow into who God intends Him to be.  He constantly reminds me to slow down and observe the little things, to enjoy my life in the now.  He brings me back to childhood joys of coloring, jumping in puddles, and Play Dough. His kisses and hugs warm my heart and his smile melts away every care. He loves me because I am His mom, nothing more, nothing less. It is unconditional and beautiful. He is a gift.

God sees it all; he knows each of them better than I, he created them, he knit them together inside of me. When I remember that and allow myself to give my cares and concerns about them over to Him and trust Him with them, I am at peace. He gently reminds me that He gave each of these precious children to me. That the gift of them wasn’t just for what I could give to them, but what they could give to me. He reminds me that He has fully equipped me with exactly what I need to help them grow and blossom, and he has fully equipped them with exactly what they need. He makes no mistakes. This gift is double sided and beautiful.  Wether it be your biologically children, adopted children, or spiritual children, there are no mistakes.  What gift, what freedom, what beautiful unveiling are they bringing in your journey?