Friday, January 22, 2010
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
November is one of my favorite months of the year, because it reminds me to stop and count my blessings. God has really been so good to me that I can't imagine not taking the time to thank Him for all He has done. Unfortunately, I get busy and take the best things in life for granted.
If I listed each thing in life I am thankful for, it could take me hours. So, I will just take the time to talk about one of the best blessings God has ever given me. My husband. Not only is he my spouse, the person I am blessed to share a lifetime with, but he is most importantly my best friend. He is my encourager, my confidant, and the amazing love of my life. He knows everything about me and he loves me just the way I am. But, that is the way true love should be. When some women are looking for every opportunity to be with other people, I am content to be at home with the one I love.
The things some people dislike about him - his perfectionism, his finickiness, and his attention to detail are the very things that attracted me to him! Those are the traits that make him go above and beyond what other men would do on our anniversary, my birthday, and other special occasions. He has NEVER forgotten one of those special dates and he always makes them more memorable than I could ask. He notices every time I wear something different, or try something new and he is quick to compliment every detail about me, which is exactly why I want to please him that much more! He encourages me to better myself and stands behind me when I make a decision. He is definitely my biggest fan and does not hesitate to defend me!
He is the best father I could have ever wanted for my children. He is loving, firm and a great spiritual leader in the home. He displays the perfect example of the Heavenly Father's love by showing our children an equal amount of grace and discipline.
I am so thankful that God chose to bless me with this amazing man of God!
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Maybe it's the fact that I can't pick up the phone and call her to tell her about something my happy-go-lucky Anna has said. Maybe it's because she can't see how handsome my sweet Simeon is becoming. Maybe there is some underlying feeling my emotional intelligence is processing that is making me think about her.Maybe I am just suffering emotionally right now and need a safe ear to share my feelings with. Maybe it's because someone reminded me that she would have loved seeing Anna and how spunky she is. Maybe it was the recent reminder from one of her friends from long ago about what a great person she was.
I don't know what it is , but the realization of how much I really miss my mother is weighing heavy on me. It has been 20 years since she lost the battle to cancer and still I miss her just as much. There are times when it isn't as difficult, but there are times that the pain seems just as real as if it were yesterday.Twenty years ago I did not let the pain out. I avoided tears and all appearances of grief. I did not want anyone to know how I felt. That was my mistake and it took years to realize that my stoic behavior was not healthy.
I know there is purpose in our pain. I know God had a plan for my life and it may not have come to fruition if she were still here. But, for some reason, I can't help but wonder what it would be like to talk to her now.
I am wondering, what lesson do I need to learn from these feelings? Is it the value of those closest to us? Is it how short time is and how precious life is? God knows. Time and time again I look back at each milestone and see what pain or emotion He used to teach me a lesson. So, for now I will wait. I will wait to see what He wants me to feel or hear. But, as I wait I will remember the good and look forward to the day when I will be able to share the life I have lived with her.
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Born in the same family, living in the same home, blessed in the same manner these two little people have a lot in common. Yet they are amazingly different! These differences are easily appreciated especially during certain circumstances. But, their differences are what make these two adorable creatures clash on a pretty consistent basis. They love to stir the other's emotions and thoroughly enjoy getting the other one in trouble. Sometimes it grieves me to no end when they are unkind to one another and treat each other with disregard. I want them to be close and to be each other's ally. I know that one day it will come and I remind them just like my daddy reminded me that they need one another.
While I was contemplating this aspect of sibling rivalry, it struck me how similar God must feel when His children are unkind to one another. How His spirit must be grieved when we don't consider our brother or sister's feelings. Surely, He is watching and wishing we would be close and an ally to them. Does it hurt Him when we respond in a bitter manner to our "siblings?" If I am an earthly parent who can not stand to see my children fight, how much more does it pain our Heavenly father? Yes, it must hurt Him. Yes, He must want us to be kind and get along with one another. It is amazing how we can see life in a different light if we will just look through His eyes of love.
As I strive to instill brotherly and sisterly love in my children; I am reminded that as children of God we must also strive to realize just how important our brothers and sisters are to us. We must avoid unkind words and be true allies to one another. We need each other and our Heavenly Father will appreciate our consistent determination to avoid sibling rivalry!