Today our eldest celebrates his 32nd birthday. He was the child we practiced on. He was the one that was over protected and the one that we followed every single rule in child rearing. We barely let anyone even keep him when he was little. Poor guy.
But he is also the one who introduced us to “unconditional love.” We never understood it until he was born.
When the second was born, it was “he is two weeks old and we are going to be gone all evening!” In having the first son, we kind of learned what to do and not to do with babies. And our “unconditional love” understanding just deepened.
And even as I write this, I am giddy about the fact that we will have our very first grand baby in August. This little girl has already captured our hearts. I have her 20 week sonogram photo on our refrigerator. Of course it is the very first item on the front of this fridge..ever. I bet we end up devoting the entire fridge to her artwork! I also hear that being a grandparent is a lot more fun that having the original children!!
Aren’t you glad that the Father did not have to practice on us? He allows us to make our own decisions even when they are not the best for us. He never leaves us, and He is giddy about us. His unconditional love for us is simply indescribable.
I like that. As we celebrate the child, the now man, that made us parents, I rejoice in the fact that the Father celebrates with us as well.
Sometimes I forget that and Father God uses a birthday and a grandchild’s sonogram picture to remind me just how special He thinks we are…..
~Be Encouraged Today~
Walking up and down the seashore is a stroll in paradise for those of us who collect shells. There are some beaches that are better than others, but one always finds some shells.
When my family would see them, we would pick them up and examine them. If the shell was whole, we would place it in our collector bag. A broken shell went back in the sand. Then the hunt began again.
One year I changed the routine. I started picking up the broken ones and began keeping them. I shared some “broken shells” ideas with the kids. We could glue them on a wooden picture frame, put them in a bowl or mirror. Soon they had ideas of their own.
I am so glad that the Father did not discard me when He found me broken. I can see my Abba walking down the shore, picking up every shell and piece of shell. It doesn’t matter the shape, size or color. Each one is precious to Him. There are none thrown away. He gently picks them up and places them in his pocket to examine in greater detail later. Each one is special, each one will have a place.
Some pieces are broken, battered and so small that they don’t even appear to come from a shell. We are torn up, broken, battered and sometimes not recognizable. Yet the Father finds us…and let’s us know that we are of use. We are loved. He gently restores us and uses us and loves us…just as we are……
So next time you are walking along that beach…pick up the shells, but don’t forget the pieces.
~Be Encouraged Today~
Did you know that there are ten top reasons being a Mother is so easy?
I am sure you can add a few!
10.) Who else can fold clothes, talk on the phone, feed the baby and clean up spilt milk…at the same time?
9.) Who knows one can actually get by with bathing only twice a week and smell ok?
8.) Who knows which streaming video can be played and occupy at least 22.5 minutes of time so you can have 22.5 minutes to complete a task you started 24 hours ago? Continue reading Simple Mothering