Time Marches On…

Four years ago, his wife and I sat and sorted through tiny shells on the beach.

 

I saw a side of a man I had never seen before.

 

The tough stern retired police officer sat on a beach holding our littlest.

As I watched from afar, I noticed this man,

who has seen more horror than he will ever tell,

sing lullabies softly to a sleeping little girl.

I saw a soft side I never knew existed.

His wife, she knew.

It’s one of the reasons she fell for him.

 

Such sweetness.

 

The rest of the kids looked like this, four years ago:

 

This summer, God allowed us two glorious weeks of beautiful weather,

and a very special time of fellowship,

with ones we love so much and miss tremendously.

(There are way too many states between us.)

 

The kids have grown four years older and taller.

Thankfully, they put up with my craziness in wanting some fun shots.

 

They even relaxed and got a little crazy too!

 

Though we are four years older too…

 

We are both, happily, more than 20 lbs lighter.

Yay Us!!!

The littlest,

 

Is now much bigger.

 

She has mastered the art of jumping waves.

 

I am still searching for shells.

 

Though miles separate us, Jesus unites us, and He knits our hearts closer with each passing day.

 

It may seem strange to be posting summer photos in the beginning of fall,

but as the cold weather begins to creep in,

and the trees begin to turn to brilliant reds, yellows and oranges of fall,

I need to remember,

the warmth of summer

and

a true friendship built on a Rock solid foundation,

with Christ at the center.

That Which Is The Truth

 

She snuggles up close as we prepare to listen to Daddy read and lead, our nightly family devotions.

Leaning over she softly kisses me on the cheek.

I get all warm and fuzzy.

“You’re the bestest Mommy in the whole world!”

My heart melts within me.

And then it hits me:

If she believes I am the “bestest mommy” why don’t I?

He’s been telling me through so many avenues, books I’m reading when I sit on a Rock near the side of my trail; His Word, her words, and her words, to focus on that which is the truth.

He says I am accepted and hidden in Him, that I have worth. So why don’t I believe Him either?

I am learning, slowly, to focus on those things He tells me to focus on,

Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things.  ~Philippians 4:8

What are some Truths you are having a hard time believing? Would love for you to share in the comments below.

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Grace For The Good Girl

grace for the GOOD GIRL, letting go of the try-hard life

by emily p. freeman

 

Grace for the Good Girl Portfolio Video from Jason Windsor on Vimeo.

This book was like reading my biography. At some point while reading it, I sent Emily an email and asked how she knew me so well? I connected on so many levels to the various masks that we “good girls” wear.

We walk through life doing everything; putting on a good performance, with that fake smile with the “I’m fine” attached to it, making sure we get in that Bible reading time every day (or our day just may not get blessed), all the while making sure we are seen as strong and responsible. We wear these masks to cover up what’s really going on inside our heads.

I was the good girl while growing up. Never going past curfew without a phone call. Not going to a friend’s house without a parent home. Toeing the line. So much the goody-two shoes was I, that the only time I ever got plastered … I was with my parents and did it with their permission. (hmmm… maybe Mom was trying to teach me a lesson, like when she offered me a drag off my uncle’s cigar at the age of 3 or 4, it must have worked because I haven’t touched either since.)

I met Jesus at the age of 20 and quickly became a list follower. I wanted someone to filter down all the “right stuff to do” into a neat list for me to follow, and for a while I had a mental one locked in my head and I worked very hard at making sure I walked within those lines too. There was no joy in my life and I craved the life of “joy unspeakable and overflowing” that the Bible spoke of.

Why didn’t that seem to apply to me? I was doing everything I was supposed to. Wasn’t I?

This book is a grace filled breath of fresh air for those of us trying to work our way to happiness and favor.

It is for those of us who need to be reminded of the TRUTH of what God’s word says. It gives us ammunition against those lies that Satan keeps trying to get our dead flesh to believe instead of living in the Spirit while trusting in HIS TRUTH.

Emily challenges us to take off the masks and abide completely in His Spirit and to remember the truths of our standing in Christ. On page 170 she nails it, (at least for me)

“Satan’s biggest, most effective weapon against good girls may not be lust or slander or adultery or addiction. It is forgetfulness.”

I need to be constantly reminded to abide in Him and believe the truth and discard the lies my old flesh keeps throwing up at me.

I needed to read this book and am so glad I have… and am going to dive back in a read it again!

(Available September 2011 at your favorite bookseller from Revell, a division of Baker Publishing Group.)

A little backstory:

I’m looking forward to meeting Emily in. real. life. at Relevant 11.

 

When I lived in the Philippines, I began reading a few (read: VERY few) blogs. One of the blogs I checked daily was Chatting at the Sky. It really was a place for my soul to breath … fresh air I desperately needed. It was a time in my life that I really needed to focus on the positive and was encouraged to do so by Tuesdays Unwrapped at Chatting at the Sky. After much prayer, (I had to have the right name and all that, right?) I decided to start a blog so I could participate. It was the very first linky party I ever joined. My birthday gift to myself that year was Hiking Toward Home.

When Emily went to the Philippines, my heart ached and my prayers went with her. She walked streets and saw places I hold dear.

When Emily asked if I’d like to review her book on my blog, I was honored. Here is a woman, who God has used so often to speak to my heart, offering a chance to read more of her beautiful God-inspired words. Thank you, Emily, for this opportunity to read and be blessed all over again through your writing. And thank you, for unknowingly helping me survive several rough spots in my life and grow in my hike with the Lord, through your encouraging words.

You can find her book on Amazon by clicking on the cover:

(This review is completely my honest opinion and does contain an affiliate link.)

New ~ A Five Minute Friday

Finally. I am thinking I might have the five minutes I need to write and finish this post before the world starts demanding my time. I haven’t participated in Lisa-Jo’s 5 Minute Friday for a long while having convinced myself that I’ve nothing to write on the prompts put forth and thereby convincing myself that I didn’t have 5 minutes to spend posting to a blog I sometimes wonder why I continue to write on. (Yeah, that was an awfully long awkward sentence.)

The objective is to write for 5 minutes and not go back and edit. But I will admit I do go back and check spelling. 🙂

Today, Lisa-Jo’s prompt is “new”.

GO.

New.

I am facing a lot of “new” right now.

As a family we are facing a new life.

A new job?

A new home?

The children are facing “real” school as my daughter calls it.

I am facing the new of no longer homeschooling and the new of not being in full time ministry…

Or will I?

I don’t know.

It is so new that we don’t know yet.

Facing the new of stepping out in faith, like Abraham, not noing where you are going.

As I sat and watched the water lilies unfold in the newness of their day and actually watch the centers of them, literally, spring open, I was reminded that His mercies are new every morning.

I need them to be new every day.

Especially right now.

Facing the New and so very unfamiliar.

Facing making bag lunches for the first time in my life… and knowing I will have to do it every day for the whole school year feels almost overwhelming. It is vastly different from making a large hot family dinner in the middle of the homeschool afternoon.

Facing the new of driving my kids to school each day. And picking them up again.

Facing the new of other people doing all most of the teaching and me becoming a “help with the homework” parent.

STOP.

Stop on over to Lisa-Jo’s and read the other linked up 5 Minute Friday posts.

Fruit and Grapes

We wandered through Longwood Gardens this past week, my husband and I, with our cameras strapped ’round our necks.

Stepping into a room that offered a rest for weary feet and a beautiful view of a grape arbor of sorts, we gazed upward.

The branches had the most gorgeous juicy looking bunches of grapes hanging down. It is a wonder that they hang there not falling clean off the branch as full as they were.

 

Looking above, my head filled with scripture…

“I am the vine… ye are the branches…”

And for some reason… though I know this truth, it really stood out to me…

As the Holy Spirit quietly noted, look at where the fruit is… it is on the branch not the vine.

 

 

How is the fruit growing in your life?

Is your branch firmly attached to the vine, thereby gaining much needed daily nourishment?

Or is your branch dried up and withered because it is not daily drinking The Living Water?

Is your fruit ripe and full, ready to burst full of sweet flavor into someone’s life?

Or is it dried up, sour, or rotten, spreading bitterness?

Is there any fruit growing at all?

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