-Sometimes, even after I’ve been fed, burped, changed, bathed, given medicine, and played with, I still just need you to let my cry on your shoulder til I fall asleep. ~Hannah
-Sometimes I get upset and cry, not because no ones’ sharing or I’m hurt, but because I just don’t know the words to say. Please help me learn, Mom and Dad. ~Timothy
-Sometimes I think I want one thing, but then when it’s presented to me, I change my mind…one day I’ll be set in my ways, though, so please be patient as I learn to “have my own mind”. ~Aaron
-“It’s in the story, Mom, remember…” Life is a story. If it happened in the past it’s now part of the story. What does your story say? ~Christopher
I did not always have aspirations to be “Mom”. Before Nathan and I met, and even awhile after we did, I truly thought I would be single and be a missionary all around the world. My dream was to work like Mother Teresa. There have been times since choosing a different path that I have wondered if those “dreams” were in vain or even lost. Where did that girl go? Everytime I ask God that question He reminds me that I’m sitting right here, where I am now, and that those dreams – dreams He gave me – are not lost to Him.
He remembers my longing to work with the homeless, the elderly, the diseased/sick, orphans. He knows that He gave me the ability to be able to handle “messes” (puke, poop, etc. does not scare me or gross me out…kinda weird, probably). He remembers the desires of my heart and has decided to fulfill them in His own way and time…
I daily seek to provide a “home” for my husband and children and friends and acquaintances; a place where they feel safe, welcome, that they belong; where they sense the aroma of Christ and know they have a “place” to come to.
At our last ministry I had the amazing privilege to meet weekly with elderly ladies. I even had the great opportunity to pick up a sweet Ms. Norma for church weekly. In many ways, they were my saving graces there.
While working with older people (in nursing homes and in their homes) or even just visiting, while being a mom in my day-to-day, I have cleaned up my share of messes and/or maneuvered around them so that I could love on the people in my presence.
Every Sunday and sometimes on Wednesdays I get to help in our Children’s department. There I can love on, talk to, teach, correct, encourage, and hopefully disciple many children. There I can remind them that we are all “orphans” in need of a Savior, and hopefully my presence can show them Christ’s love and desire to make them His children.
I am so thankful, that my Heavenly Father, my Lord and Savior loves me so very much. I am thankful that He saw me from my very beginning, in His mind, in His hands, and in each of my circumstances of life. No situation was every too dark or bleak for Him to enter in with Light. I continue to find out more about how He thinks of me; how He loves me. Some days, I think of Him with my own human limitations; I down-size His love and forgiveness for me. When He gets a hold of my mind and heart, He patiently, lovingly, and gently reminds me that I am His daughter and His love for me is unfathomable. It is wider than the east is from the west; there is no end to it! I am safe in His arms; He is my Great Shepherd. My dreams formed and are formulated by Him; He knows the plans He has for me.
I love God’s plans! I love that He has them for me! I am eager for the next ones.
And Mary said, “Behold, the bondslave of the Lord; may it be done to me according to your word.” Yes, and Amen.