back to normal?
well, since there’s no such thing, i guess not. will have wilbur home from school today. he’s fine this morning, but still had a fever last night. oh, that darn 24 hour rule! orville will go, but he has a stuffy nose. poor little guy. it’s so hard when they are so little. he can blow, but not well on his own. wilbur has the stuffy nose too, and a bad cough. and amelia is stuffy as well. and she woke up with red eyes. she said she was rubbing them a lot in her bed. and that they had some ‘crunchies’ on them, but daddy helped her and wiped them off. i decided before we left for school that she needed drops. big drama! but the eyes looked much better after the drama ended. and mommy was able to gently explain the importance of obeying(keeping your eyes open for drops), even when we don’t want to obey. what do i find myself saying all the time?? ahhh, the joy of parenting.
the joy of laundry, four loads. the joy of vacuuming, the upstairs only, because i did the downstairs yesterday. the joy of dusting, haven’t done that in awhile. the joy of grocery shopping, at least it’s only with one kid while the other two are in school. the joy of baking 4 dozen cookies for the cookie exchange at mother’s club at church tomorrow. or should i find joy in buying 4 dozen cookies?? the joy of preparing dinner for the in-laws, which i really am happy to do. especially because they are watching the kids so josh and i can go to amelia’s school conference. and they are watching them earlier than we need them to so josh and i can go out to dinner together before the conference. but, my mother-in-law has become a gourmet cook in her all-the-children-out-of-the-home-days, so my all-the-children-in-the-home-days produce inferior meals compared to hers. and please know, this is all coming from my brain and my insecurities. she’s never said anything bad about my cooking. it’s just that i know chicken and noodles from the oven doesn’t sound as cool as something that has been sautéed or poached.
wow, i am really not feeling the joy today. the sarcastic kind, yes. but not real joy. to my Lord i go.
“bring joy to your servant, for to You, O Lord, i lift up my soul.” psalm 86:4
“the Lord is my strength and my shield; my heart trusts in Him, and i am helped. my heart leaps for joy and i will give thanks to Him in song.” psalm 28:7
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he is so hysterical! his sense of humor is one of the first things i fell in love with. i am so thankful that he’s still funny and i still find him amusing.
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invade
we are in need of some major Jesus intervention over here. life is not easy! all that we’ve been through over the past few years has taken a toll. though it’s done amazing things in our lives, it’s also done some damage. we realize the only way to repair that is to bring in a little, or a lot!, more of Him. He’s the only one who can patch the holes, mend the torn fabric of our lives. watermark is a favorite band of mine. i would link to them, but at this time they seem to not have a website. strange, but trust me, i have searched. anyway, she, the wife of the duo, wrote this song when her husband was out of town. she was uncomfortable in the house alone and made sure to invite Jesus in. but it’s a song that pops into my head almost daily-even when my husband is home. i find myself singing it when i am making the beds, sweeping the floor, folding the laundry, letting the dog out, etc. i just want Jesus in here. i want to feel His presence. i want my kids to feel His presence. i want my husband to feel His presence. i want all who enter to feel His presence. maybe you need some extra Jesus in your home. talk to Him, sing to Him. invite Him in.
invade-watermark
come, come in
invade all You see of us
any man, who’d walk Your road is welcomed here
and You’re the only one
Jesus, come and walk the halls of this house
tread this place and turn it inside out
with Your mercy…
Jesus, teach us the prayers that open these doors
until Your light floods in and illuminates these floors
and let Your truth be on our steps and in these rooms
Jesus invade…
reach, reach in
with the hand that heals all our suffering
conquer all that is not of You
bring Your spirit through as we fill these walls with Your praise
Jesus, come and walk the halls of this house
tread this place and turn it inside out
with Your mercy…
Jesus, teach us the prayers that open these doors
until Your light floods in and illuminates these floors
and let Your truth be on our steps and in these rooms
Jesus invade…
i call for angels
i call for mercy
i call for freedom
in the name of Jesus
in the name of Jesus
come, come in
invade all You see of us
any man, who’d walk Your road is welcomed here
and You’re the only one
Jesus, come and walk the halls of this house
tread this place and turn it inside out
with Your mercy…
Jesus, teach us the prayers that open these doors
until Your light floods in and illuminates these floors
and let Your truth be on our steps and in these rooms
Jesus invade…
“what can wash away my sin?
-nothing but the blood of Jesus
what can make me whole again?
-nothing but the blood of Jesus
oh precious is the flow, that makes me white as snow
no other fount i know, nothing but the blood of Jesus”
i was at a women’s conference this weekend. i know, i know, you usually come home from these things “changed” or “wanting to change”. but, i have been wanting to change for some time now. i have been a Christian since i was 5. that’s 26 years now. on one hand, i praise the Lord that He saved me at such a young age. on the other, i wonder why has it taken so long, and so many attempts, to actually live like i’m saved. oh, i am not a bad person. i love my husband and my children. we have a nice home and nice cars. we are faithful at church, even serve there in multiple ways. we pay our bills. we pay our taxes. we shovel the sidewalk and even put the carts in the right place in the grocery store parking lot. i pray and sing in worship to my God, but my heart hasn’t chased after His in quite awhile.
so the conference broke me. no. not really. increased my desire, yes. but what broke me was the HUGE argument i had, about EVERYTHING, with my husband late last night. and as i stepped into the shower to get ready for bed, my heart just came spilling out to my God.
“what can wash away my sin?
-nothing but the blood of Jesus
what can make me whole again?
-nothing but the blood of Jesus
oh precious is the flow, that makes me white as snow,
no other fount i know, nothing but the blood of Jesus”
“oh, but Lord, i am so broken,” i sobbed. “i am so broken, so broken, so broken. i don’t love my husband the way i should. i don’t love my children the way i should. i don’t live for You the way i should. please help me.” and He so gently replied,
“come all ye who are weary
come all ye who are heavy laden
come all ye who are broken and suffering
and I will give you rest”
and over and over i sang it, “come all ye who are weary…” and for the first time ever, i realized, i have to come. i have to come to Him, and He will give me rest. all i have to do is simply come. He’s waiting. and for the first time, in a long time, i fell asleep last night with such peace. such a deep, sweet peace. the kind only Jesus can provide.
“this is all my hope and peace
-nothing but the blood of Jesus
this is all my righteousness
nothing but the blood of Jesus”
thank you Lord.
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