by Stacey | Mar 29, 2012 | Devotionals, reflections, and encouragement
Most mothers plan to make delightful memories with their children. They usually have good – correction- great intentions. But I must confess, memories of my short temper or selfish heart haunt me and my good intentions can go unrealized.
I ask for God’s strength to flow through my limbs making me His hands and feet. I ask for this because it does not come naturally. I have no love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, gentleness, faithfulness or self-control outside of that given to me by God.
I know this pleases Him. I know He will grant my request. I didn’t know how hard it would be.
I wake to the sound of the toilet flushing. My seven-year-old early riser is wide awake. I lie in bed trying to decide if I should get up or drift back into dreamland when wet sloshing and splashing abounds.
I run into the bathroom to find my daughter staring down the plunger as if debating her course of action. Water seeps over the toilet rim and spills onto the floor as she deliberates the wisdom in trying to fix this herself. Her wide eyes turn to me and she calmly shrugs her shoulders and says, “I don’t know why.”
With blurry vision I splash my way forward and begin this Monday dancing with the plunger.
We complete our morning routine and I drop my oldest two off at school. My youngest and I stop by the grocery store. Upon our return home I open the van door and my shopping bag hits the pavement cracking six of my twelve eggs. Irritation rises threatening to dictate my response and sour my morning.
Deep breaths.
I salvage the six beaten and bruised eggs aware of my three-year-old son watching my every move. I announce with false enthusiasm we are baking today.
Six broken eggs become two loaves of banana bread and twenty-four cupcakes. I stir the batter as God stirs up my beaten and bruised heart.
Good morning God. I‘m listening.
Yes, it is a good morning. I have a husband who loves me, three beautiful children who regularly wake with happy faces and I serve a Lord who never leaves me. Yes, a good morning indeed.
We can choose to allow our day to unfold by chance and let circumstance shape our attitude or we can actively participate in our day and with God’s help give thanks in everything – including cracked eggs.
Thank you God for the early start that allowed me a few moments of quiet before You (albeit the sounds of plunging filled the air). Thank you for the presence of mind to share a hug with my daughter and whisper assurances that she did nothing wrong. Thank you for the unexpected motivation to bake and for the opportunity to model self-control to my son.
From the adoption of our children to our move across the country and back I’ve learned life rarely unfolds according to my plans. But God has a better plan and He is moving the pieces of my life into place so He can accomplish His will in me. No, I don’t believe He caused my eggs to break or for the toilet to overflow. But I do believe Him when he says He can use all things for my good and His glory – including cracked eggs.
God worked through my hands today. God guided my feet today. He is shaping me into the image of His Son and in the process He is making me a better mother.
He helped me make good on my good – correction – great intentions.
Photo credits: Cracked egg, John Penner.
by Stacey | Mar 1, 2012 | Devotionals, reflections, and encouragement
A gentle answer turns away wrath, but a harsh word stirs up anger.
Proverbs 15:1
This is one of our family verses. We are working hard to keep the tone in our home gentle and encouraging, even in the midst of discipline (not always easy!) because God’s Word is truth and it applies to both our children and to us as parents.
But it’s not easy. It’s not easy to keep a gentle tone when one squirms on the floor refusing to put on his shoes when the others are late for school. It’s not easy on the fifth warning to quiet down and go to sleep. It’s not easy in the midst of temper tantrums and tears.
But who said parenting was easy?
So much is at stake.
Their whole outlook on life, how they grow up and treat others, how they relate to people in authority, and what they believe about God will be shaped in these early years at home with us. There is too much at stake to miss the target God has given us.
Strength comes from God. He will give me what I need to parent in wisdom, gentleness and love. I know that. I believe it. What scares me is that I also know myself – my tendency to move ahead of Him, to try it on my own strength first, rush into my day full of my own plans.
So this is me, putting it out there publicly so you can hold me accountable, or maybe we can hold each other accountable. I am praying for gentleness in all conversations.
I cannot control the choices my children make. They are ultimately accountable to God. But I can control how I speak to them, what I teach them, and the example I set. For this, I am accountable to God.
“Let your gentleness be evident to all. (Philippians 4:5a)”
by Stacey | Feb 2, 2012 | Devotionals, reflections, and encouragement
If I receive Your words and treasure Your commands,
If I turn my ear toward wisdom,
If my heart is inclined to understand, and I call out for insight and discernment,
If I seek it like silver,
If I pursue it like a hidden treasure,
Then I begin to comprehend the fear of the Lord
This is the beginning of wisdom – the sweet and reverent awe of my God, my Creator, my King.
The price of which is far beyond rubies and the procuring of is a blessing.
May my eyes never focus on earthly goals.
May I never despise instruction.
May I never forget Your teaching.
This is the beginning of wisdom.
Proverbs 2:1-5, “My son, if you accept my words and store up my commands within you, turning your ear to wisdom and applying your heart to understanding—indeed, if you call out for insight and cry aloud for understanding, and if you look for it as for silver and search for it as for hidden treasure, then you will understand the fear of the LORD and find the knowledge of God.”
Job 28:18, “Coral and jasper are not worthy of mention; the price of wisdom is beyond rubies.”
Proverbs 3:13, “Blessed are those who find wisdom, those who gain understanding.”
Proverbs 17:24, “A discerning person keeps wisdom in view, but a fool’s eyes wander to the ends of the earth.”
Proverbs 1:7, “The fear of the LORD is the beginning of knowledge, but fools despise wisdom and instruction.”
Proverbs 3:1, “My son, do not forget my teaching, but keep my commands in your heart.”
*We touched on Proverbs 2:1-5 this week in our parenting class, Instructing a Child’s Heart. The passage stayed with me long after the class dismissed.
by Stacey | Jan 28, 2012 | The Weekend Visitor
Is she a fool?
Andrea Thom
Is she a fool whose FEET walk paths of exhaustion and drudgery, to bring freedom to those who lay stuck in the mire of their own folly?
Is she a fool whose TIME forgoes succulence, to mourn with the friendless, weep with the unlovely, and banter with the simple?
Is she a fool whose TALENTS find use in stays so desperate, thankless, and lonely, that no visible gain is rewarded for the effort?
Is she a fool whose HANDS become those that feed the lame, whose LIPS shout the untold story to the blind, whose EMBRACE preaches Christ to a soul lying cold within a broken body and mind?
Is she a fool whose EARS are tuned to the singing of the saints in the eternal expanse, whose HEART delights in the sword of truth that rebukes and restores?
Is she a fool whose MIND is so rich with the words of Christ, that little else is uttered?
Whose PHYSIQUE is so laced with the integrity of Christ, that it becomes quite forgettable?
Whose SPIRIT spills out the compassion of Christ, that little else can describe her?
Is she a fool whose whole LIFE is so hidden in Christ, that no ambition is too rooted, no ability is too revered, no relationship too intimate, and no luxury too pleasing, to be forfeit for His sake, regardless of the discomfort?
Is she a fool who at the moment of death, feels her heart quicken with delight rather than distress, so as to finally behold His GLORY?
Oh indeed she is not a fool, when on that great and glorious day, He exclaims, “Well done, my GOOD and FAITHFUL daughter! Receive the REWARD and PRAISE you have earned in the city gates.
For her CHARACTER has become so deeply embedded into His own, that she has become quite undistinguishable from Christ Himself.
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“Since, then, you have been raised with Christ, set your hearts on things above, where Christ is seated at the right hand of God. Set your minds of things above, not on earthly things. For you died, and your life is now hidden with Christ in God. When Christ, who is your life appears, then you all will appear with him in glory.” Col 3:1-3 NIV.
“For the message of the cross is foolishness to those who are perishing, but to us who are being saved it is the power of God.” 1 Corinthians 1:18 NIV.
“…A woman who fears the Lord is to be praised.” Proverbs 31:30b NIV.
Andrea is a wife of 8 years to her shining steed Darren, mom to three beautiful children – Brody (5), Elyse (3), & Iain (1), and works casually as an Occupational Therapist. She’s passionate about studying scripture, discipleship, global evangelism, and ministries involving women, seniors, or human trafficking issues. Her favourite moments typically involve a good laugh with friends, great conversations into the night, and anything involving chocolate.
by Stacey | Dec 22, 2011 | Devotionals, reflections, and encouragement
You abound in steadfast love. You listen to my pleas. You answer. Always.
You are great. You do wondrous things. You alone are God. My God.
You did a wondrous thing when you came to earth as a baby. You did a wondrous thing when you died in my place. You did a wondrous thing when you called an unworthy sinner like me by name. Thank you for grace.
Everything I have, all that I am, all whom I love are because of Your grace.
That I know You at all is an act of Your grace.
You are merciful and generous. I humbly ask for neither poverty nor riches but that I find joy in your presence. Pure Joy.
I want a thirst for You only quenched by time spent with You. I want to always want more, to know You more, to love You more.
Happy Birthday my Saviour. Please accept the only gift I have to give. My love.
We complete our morning routine and I drop my oldest two off at school. My youngest and I stop by the grocery store. Upon our return home I open the van door and my shopping bag hits the pavement cracking six of my twelve eggs. Irritation rises threatening to dictate my response and sour my morning.
