Oh, Lord—I love this child so much. She is such a joy to me. Her enthusiasm, wide-eyed wonder, and tender heart are so precious.
When she turns to me, to share her little delights and troubles, I am so grateful to be her beloved Mommy.
But, as much as I enjoy her, I do not—and cannot—wish to retain her childish love and dependence on me. My goal is not that she love me more as she grows older, but that she loves You more—and grows to need me and my love less and less.
You have entrusted her to me, to guide and teach. I play a role in the direction these little feet go. Help me to always take care to steward her soul for You.
Although I pray that she would continue to hold me in esteem and love me dearly as she grows older, that’s not my goal in raising her. Her purpose as a daughter is not to satisfy my desires for love and respect.
When I say, “I surrender all,” that means ALL. When I say I want my children to know You, to love You, to serve YOU, that means at any cost to myself.
Help me to raise my children with their highest good in mind—and You are that good—and letting go of any selfishness I have toward them.
When I am stressed out, overwhelmed, and running on empty, I tend to blame others, be short-tempered, and make poor choices (like staying up too late or ignoring work).
Of course, I’m not recommending these options. 😉 No doubt about it—they compound the problem. But truthfully, it’s what I often do.
My response to stress isn’t always so obviously negative. I also gravitate toward finding a creative outlet, getting outside in nature, and losing myself in something (a book, social media, a movie, etc.).
Even these “harmless” and sometimes beneficial activities are typically little more than band-aid, though. I may feel a bit better in the moment, but I’m just distracting myself from my problems instead of doing anything to resolve my frustration.
It’s so easy to allow weariness and stress to turn into complaining and navel-gazing.
My main need when I am weary and frustrated is to reconnect with God, restore my dependence on Him, and let His truth take over my perspective.
However, it’s often hard for me to know where to begin to lay my burden down before Christ. The immediate problems of life can seem so consuming and overwhelming that I don’t know how to disentangle myself from them!
Here are some verses that point me the right direction:
Making leaf crafts, decor, and artwork out of fall foliage is possibly my favorite fall activity. At any rate, it ranks right up there with stepping on crunchy leaves, making applesauce, and carving pumpkins.
There are so many fabulous things to do with leaves!
Making art out of pressed fall leaves and flowers was one of the first crafting activities I did as a kid.
My grandma had a big flower press and she would make beautiful cards and framed artwork for people. She’d let me make my own little card with her flowers when I’d come to visit her.
As a teenager, I asked my dad to make me my own press. Now I can preserve pressed flowers and leaves with my kids to make beautiful crafts of my own!
The other day I caught my daughter admiring herself in the mirror, all dressed up in her princess gown and tiara, while I stood behind the door, unobserved. Then she paused and took a step closer to the mirror, and carefully examined her face, rubbing at a little, bright red spot on her nose.
And my heart broke a little.
My daughter has a tiny blood vessel rupture under the skin on her nose that is harmless and will go away eventually, albeit in a few years. But it’s a noticeable “imperfection” that I’d hoped she wouldn’t notice.
Do any of you sometimes get chills from a beautiful sunset? Do you marvel at the intricacy of a snowflake or catch your breath at a field sparkling with morning dew?
“This is My Father’s World” has long been one of my favorite hymns. Many times, these words well up inside me and bubble over in praise of God when I’m out in nature.
Although my husband loves being outdoors, he usually isn’t moved in the same way I am and doesn’t quite understand my response. Maybe some of you feel that way, too.
Hymns and spiritual songs bless my life and teach me about God. Through learning and singing songs that proclaim truth about God and our faith, I have a ready source of reflection on God through so many situations of life. Hymns grant me access to the wisdom that countless people before me gained on their journey following God.
I resent home organization tips.
Maybe that’s putting it a bit strongly.
But something deep within me rises up in revolt when someone tells me how often I must change my towels, what time of day I must get up, and which combination of never-ending tasks I simply must accomplish on a daily basis in order to be a proficient homemaker.
Paleo Impossible Pie is one of my favorite simple meals to make. With countless varieties and possible combinations, this one-pan dish is a great way to easily get your veggies in without having to prepare them as a separate side dish.
I grew up loving my mom’s Bisquick™ Impossible Hamburger Pie (or broccoli or cauliflower…you get the idea). This frittata is very similar in taste, but is grain free, gluten free, and dairy free—which makes it perfect for a Whole30 or Paleo diet!
Hamburger, sweet potato (or potato), and broccoli is the combination that wins the day around here. The balance of starchy and leafy green vegetables alongside the protein makes it an amazing all-in-one meal that keeps me full and nourished throughout the day. Plus, it tastes great. 🙂
Being a woman and a mother forces me to come to terms with the ever-changing seasons and constantly turning cycles of “normal” life.
When my first child was born, my mom said to me, “Remember—babies change so fast. If it starts to get overwhelming and you can’t imagine doing this indefinitely, just wait two weeks and, most likely, you and your baby will be in a new phase.”
Now, that’s true and it’s not. My second daughter didn’t sleep well as an infant and she didn’t sleep well for 18 months. I get that there certainly are phases that last waaaaay longer than two weeks.
But the mindset and the attitude of those words really helped me transition into life as a mother. Some things change predictably, while others are more erratic, but nonetheless, every stage of life is temporary and transitory.