At lunch time today I flipped on the television to see what was going on politically. I'm not a huge fan of politics by any means, but just thought I'd take a peek. To be honest, most of the time what I see on the news just depresses me so I don't watch.
On the news they were discussing other countries' views on Mr. Obama and how excited they were. They began to speak of other leaders who were commenting on Obama. One of the leaders said something to the affect about how they were looking forward to Obama getting to work so they could change the world together.
I could see John at the dining room table shaking his head no. I asked John, "What?" He then said, "Obama is not going to change my world, I have another world I'm going to." What a perspective. To have the faith of a child as the Bible speaks about.
Some people act like Obama will be the Saviour from all the terrible things that Mr. Bush has done to us (not my opinion). Others act like he's Satan himself. I'm not here to discuss those things, but to give a child's perspective. No matter what Obama does (and I'm sure I won't agree with much of it), he cannot ultimately change our eternal destiny and for that I am thankful. Our God is in control and as it says in Psalm 37:25, " I have been young, and now am old; yet have I not seen the righteous forsaken, nor his seed begging bread. " The Lord will provide for us. The Lord is good. Let's have our sights on our Heavenly home just like a little six year old boy does.
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Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Loving Hands
Today has been a busy day for us. I've done a ton of cooking. I've made two Italian Turkey Meatloaves, three pounds of California Style Turkey burgers, one pound of turkey browned with onions, and mixed up the insides of Enchiladas in a bowl. My hands are dry and burning from washing them so much. All this on top of schoolwork and vacumming and general housecleaning.
This evening I told Amos that I was just tired and my hands hurt. John came into the kitchen and says, "Momma, do you want a massage?" Now John is sick now. He's barking like a seal even during the day. This morning he had me worried. I thought I was going to have to take him to the doctor. For many of you who don't know, not so long ago John battled asthma issues. Either the Lord has healed John or his body has been healed through the use of some supplements that we now use. Who knows? All the glory goes to God anyway.
I then tell John that he may not feel up to giving me a massage. He just stands there looking at me. I ask him, "Did you want to give Momma a massage?" He said, yes.
We head to the living room. I lie down and he rubs lotion into my hands making sure to massage each finger. He rubs my back and brushes my hair. He then has me take off my shoes and socks and massages me feet with lotion.
Why am I talking about all this? The Lord reminded me of Galatians 6:9, "And let us not be weary in well doing: for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not. " Personally, I don't think most six year olds would have given a hoot if their momma was draggin'. The Lord used this today to encourage me. To be honest, I don't feel like I'm anywhere near a good momma. I want to be. I want the Lord to use me to bless my children. I want to be an example.
How many hours have I spent rubbing my children's backs at night when they've been sick? How many times have I gotten up to get them a cold wash rag? All you mommas know what I'm talking about. Was I reaping what I've sowed? What a blessing to think so! On the other hand how scary to think so.
Why scary? It seems to me as a mother that the things I try to instill in my children often take so long to be ingrained in them. Then the things I don't want them to pick up from me, they so easily do. This is a fearful thing to be such an influence on a little soul for all eternity.
I'm so thankful for my sweet boy. My prayer is that one day that he'll take those sweet loving hands, turn them over to the Lord and serve Him all his life.
This evening I told Amos that I was just tired and my hands hurt. John came into the kitchen and says, "Momma, do you want a massage?" Now John is sick now. He's barking like a seal even during the day. This morning he had me worried. I thought I was going to have to take him to the doctor. For many of you who don't know, not so long ago John battled asthma issues. Either the Lord has healed John or his body has been healed through the use of some supplements that we now use. Who knows? All the glory goes to God anyway.
I then tell John that he may not feel up to giving me a massage. He just stands there looking at me. I ask him, "Did you want to give Momma a massage?" He said, yes.
We head to the living room. I lie down and he rubs lotion into my hands making sure to massage each finger. He rubs my back and brushes my hair. He then has me take off my shoes and socks and massages me feet with lotion.
Why am I talking about all this? The Lord reminded me of Galatians 6:9, "And let us not be weary in well doing: for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not. " Personally, I don't think most six year olds would have given a hoot if their momma was draggin'. The Lord used this today to encourage me. To be honest, I don't feel like I'm anywhere near a good momma. I want to be. I want the Lord to use me to bless my children. I want to be an example.
How many hours have I spent rubbing my children's backs at night when they've been sick? How many times have I gotten up to get them a cold wash rag? All you mommas know what I'm talking about. Was I reaping what I've sowed? What a blessing to think so! On the other hand how scary to think so.
Why scary? It seems to me as a mother that the things I try to instill in my children often take so long to be ingrained in them. Then the things I don't want them to pick up from me, they so easily do. This is a fearful thing to be such an influence on a little soul for all eternity.
I'm so thankful for my sweet boy. My prayer is that one day that he'll take those sweet loving hands, turn them over to the Lord and serve Him all his life.
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