Faith Tidbit: Let It Go…

We don’t have to carry the weight of the world on our shoulders. He’s already picked it up, defeated it and has given us freedom in exchange. Let it go…

“Surely He has borne our griefs and carried our sorrows; yet we esteemed Him stricken, smitten by God and afflicated. But He was wounded for our transgressions, He was bruised for our inquities; The chatisement for our peace was upon Him, and by His stripes we are healed.”
~Isaiah 53:4-5

 

Balm for the Rug Burned Soul

My husband was sick on Monday.

A normal Monday in our house equates to a day of slight reprieve for Mommy aka me. It’s my husband’s day off and it’s turned into a family day of sorts, mixed in with some organizational prep for the upcoming week and some tutoring I do on the side. I look forward to this day every week. So when my husband woke up with an upset stomach, I instinctively knew how this day would  unfold. And I was annoyed.

My wonderful & understanding husband!!

My wonderful & understanding husband!!

Now the Christian thing to do would have been to pray for my husband’s healing(which I did) and show some compassion for his obviously ailing condition. Sadly, I must say that compassion was not forthcoming. My husband kept asking if I was ok and I kept saying I was fine. Finally, I had to own up and just say that I was annoyed that he chose the one day of my “lightened responsibility” to get sick and I wasn’t happy about it. But I did tell him that it wasn’t his fault, that I was having a purely selfish moment and that I would check my bad attitude and get over it.

Unfortunately, it was easier said than done. We stayed home that day, and for any of you who have or have had an almost two-year old, staying indoors all day can present a challenge for the little busy bodies. This only added to the mounting inner battle of flesh vs spirit, and flesh was on course to win. I’d like to say that as the day went on, it got better, but it didn’t. My husband, being the wise man that he is, didn’t comment too much more on my bad attitude, he just let me be.

My almost two year old!

My almost two year old!

My reprieve didn’t come until the next morning. I was up at 6am. I got ready and left the house for my weekly mommy time, me moments/rejuvenation session (an absolute necessity for my sanity).

Bottom line, I spent some time with Jesus. And bingo, bye-bye bad attitude. There’s a reason my husband never objects to those private stolen moments. He needs them as much as I do. :) Seriously though, there’s nothing that some time in the presence of God can’t fix. I’m not saying that His presence is a magic fix-all for every situation. I’m saying that His presence is balm for a rug burned soul. His perfect is more than enough to touch my imperfect. His presence gives us fresh perspective. Things in life will continually, and no doubt constantly rub us the wrong way, but as long as we know where healing and strength come from, we will make it.

God, the Puzzle Maker

Purpose in a Puzzle

Purpose in a Puzzle

My husband is teaching a bible study series on fulfilling your purpose.  As he began to break down how God is the at the inception of purpose in each and every one of us, I began to think of God as a puzzle maker.

Puzzles have so many pieces that make up so many sections and once it’s completed it makes a beautiful picture. That is our puzzle of purpose.

God, the Puzzle Maker, created me and imparted elaborate pieces that make up the art piece of my life. Most of us start in the same place, with the border. We have a general idea of what direction we should go in, but we haven’t worked out the plan of how to get there. And even if we have worked out the plan of how to get there, every time we make moves, the pieces don’t fit.

Hence, the need for the Puzzle Maker.

We don’t pursue Him just to figure out what do with all of our pieces. We pursue Him for a relationship with Him and as we spend time with Him, the clearer things become for us, and the pieces that we’ve struggled to match up and put together, slowly start coming together.  Finally, we have a section completed. But there’s no time to relax, because the rest of the puzzle remains.

What does He do? He patiently leads us. He calmly instructs us. And then, we pick up another piece and begin another section.

I don’t think our puzzle of purpose is completed until the day we see Him face to face. We will hit snags as we try to put together the different sections of our lives, but if we “patiently endure”, the pieces will come together. The Puzzle Maker doesn’t make mistakes, but when we do, He’s there to show us how to navigate through the unending pile of pieces until we get back on track.

The artpiece of our lives can’t be completed without Him, and He’s faithful to complete what He’s started.

Toddler Diaries: Forgive Me for I Have Sinned

I know, it's bad.

I know, it’s bad.

 

Yes, I ate McDonalds. I blame it on my almost two year old.

It was one of those days. She refused to take a nap and she decided to have the no-nap meltdowns. Yes, that’s meltdowns with an “s”.  And she had them in quick succession.

It was in that moment I decided to take a drive. Now, I’ve heard parents talk about taking their kids for drive so they’ll fall asleep, but we had never tried it.  So I buckled her crying self into the car seat and started to drive.

Of course, as I start driving away from my house the hunger hits me. I didn’t eat. I’m pregnant, have a crying child in the backseat and I’m hungry. Not a good combination. That’s when I saw the golden arches. I said thank you Jesus and ate my chicken nuggets while Gia slept soundly in her car seat.

So to the world, there are reasons we have fast food. It’s for moms with toddlers. :)

 

My Worship Experience

From the moment I walked in, I knew I was in for an experience. As I stood in the worship service, I wept. As I sang the words on the big screen, I envisioned myself standing before Him, singing these words directly to Him:

Holy Holy Holy… Is the Lord

Worship

Worship

I couldn’t contain my gratitude. I couldn’t contain my awe of Him.  I couldn’t contain what was in my heart.

My worship experience ceased being an “experience”. It became an encounter. I struggle to find the words to truly and accurately describe what happened in that moment. I came into that sanctuary to offer something to Him, but in the end, I ended up with something I needed.

Later, I mentioned that if I wasn’t pregnant (with my belly starting to show), I would have been flat on my face at the altar (light humour to describe the position of my heart).

He met me in a moment of need that I couldn’t verbally express. He searched my heart and knew me… (Psalm 139:1)

Isn’t it amazing how He does that?

The Toddler Diaries

I feel like my life has been consumed by one healthy growing toddler, my daughter! The days of challenging me in public have begun. The days of 2 to 2 1/2 hour naps seem to be slipping away. She is asserting her independence. It’s a milestone for sure, but I’m not ready to accept that she is entering into this phase of growth. My baby is growing up! As I watch her  grow, I realize how blessed I am.

My baby posing!

My baby posing!

She’s still so young and moldable. As she comes into her own, I want her to be a woman of integrity and character. I want her to be known for the love of Christ that emanates from her. It seems like those things are quite a ways away, but I know that teaching her and showing her, even at this age, how to love people like Jesus does, is not in vain. I believe that she knows Jesus; she remembers Him from her time in heaven.  My prayer is that she chooses Him every day for the rest of her life.

What’s so crazy is that God loves me more than I love my daughter. I love her more than I thought I could ever love her, BUT He loves me more. What a crazy good love story!

Ode to Moms with a Toddler

My daughter broke my phone yesterday. She dropped it.  So this post is an ode to the life of a mom with a toddler.

One (1) thing I think should be introduced to the world: Mobile phone companies should offer special coverage for parents with kids under the age of two. :)

Three (3) things my toddler does that I think are kind of yucky:

1) Sneezes in my face 2) Eats vaseline 3) Poop explosions

Five (5) things my toddler does that I think are kind of wonderful:

1) Puts her head on my shoulder and wraps her little arms around me when I ask for a hug

2) She throws out her own diapers

3) She gives kisses with enthusiasm

4) She eats almost anything

5) She’s only smacked me in the face once

Two (2) things I pray over my toddler everyday: *I could have listed so many more…

1) That she discovers and desires a relationship with Jesus at a young age

2) That she fulfills her God-given purpose, not her mom or dad preferred purpose

To all the moms of toddlers out there, I think you’re amazing. On those tough days, remember that God’s grace is sufficient. On those great days, thank Him for His goodness. Enjoy the journey…

Giavana a couple weeks after she was born! She is 16 months old today! It's crazy!

Giavana a couple weeks after she was born! She is 16 months old today! It’s crazy!