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Tuesday, August 27, 2013

when it takes eight ingredients to love like God

We're lying in the bed and Maxster says this - hands flying around counting on his fingers -

Mommy, God told me how to love like him.
 
He did.  How?
 
It takes vese ingredients.  Big hope, little hope, big faif, little faif, big love, little love -
 
Wait.  If you're going to love like God why are you saying little love?  God has only big, big, love.
 
No, he has just big love.  But ven when you add a little love wiv it and mix it up it makes it even bigger.  Get it, Mommy?
 
I say Got it as I watch him stir and demonstrate with lots of hand gestures.
 
So, big love and little love, big hope, little hope, big faif, little faif, and ven iron and Jesus.  Ven you smash it all togever.  I'm not sure why the iron but I vink you pobably need it.


 
 
So, He supplies all the big love and all we need to add to it is just a little - just a little love.  World, all the work has been done, all we need is just a little love - just a littleWe can do that, can't we?
 

He called a little child to him, and placed the child among them.  And he said: “Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. Therefore, whoever takes the lowly position of this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven.

Matthew 18:2-4

Wednesday, August 21, 2013

when everything they say makes you smile

We walk in the post office and Maxster says -

I haven't been in the post office in years and years.




Tuesday, August 20, 2013

when it was only twenty-four hours later

God loves each of us as if there were only one of us.  ~ Augustine

Isn't it something when God shows off?
 
Congratulations, Bluebird.
 
But you, O Lord, are a God merciful and gracious, slow to anger and abounding in steadfast love and faithfulness. Psalms 86:15


 

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

when the perfect home is the grace that is the palm of God's hand

I'm sorry you didn't get what you wanted.

I wanted it for you, too.  I thought it was perfect for you.  I had no concerns or hesitations about it.

I could have written these same words for your sister that was Sycamore Cove.  She's had disappointment, too.  She spoke wise words to you last night when she said it will not matter where you are, you'll be happy because you will be with Joe.  Yep, she went and grew up on us. 

But even now I'm thinking it would have been great for you and Satan stuck his ugly evil face in it and ruined it for you.  Thousands of years ago he slithered his ugly evil being in and ruined this for you.
 
Maybe he did.  I think probably so.  But what do I know?  Not much, baby.

So, every time you don't get what you desire - what seems to be perfect for you - does that mean it wasn't God's will for you in the first place?

I don't think so, Bluebird.
 
Sadly, I don't think so.

God does not will for us to sin but we do anyway.  We were never created to be sinners, but we are. 

So, no, just because you didn't get it doesn't mean it's necessarily God's will for you not to.

Which brings us to the worst part of all - anything in our life that is out of God's will - either by our design or not at all because of us, just the results of a sinful world.

This is when the great big marvelous God of the universe and God of you reaches into what could be considered a great big marvelous bag of goodies and pulls out Plan B - which He will redeem by grace for you as if it was Plan A in the first place.

This I know firsthand.  You know what happened to us eight years ago.  I still don't think that was God's will - to destroy what I still believe was a beautiful fellowship - but just look what God has given us, especially your daddy, in return.  Beautiful. 

One of the greatest Bible promises is this:

“And we know that God causes all things to work together for good to those who love God, to those who are called according to His purpose.” Romans 8:28

You can trust God to use this.  And I can promise you from experience that sometimes the end result can be so beautiful that you will then wonder if God must have planned the original event that led you to where you are. 

Was it God’s will that you didn’t get that house? I don’t know.

Maybe it wasn’t really as good a house as it appeared.

Maybe God saved you from a disaster you’ll never know about.

Maybe God has a better house in mind.
 
Maybe it is God's perfect will for the people that did get it. 

Maybe it would have been a great house and the devil stuck his evil face into it and now you are here. 

Here in this perfect place that is the palm of God's hand and you will wait and trust for the good work that He will create for you. 

Last night I told you to believe this was God's will.  I lied to try and make you feel better.  And this morning and every morning till I die I won't know if it was or wasn't.  And we may never know why it happened this way.  So go ahead and cry and pout some and be angry and cry some more.  It'll make you feel better - just like you said last night.

Then do your best to forget about it, which will take time, and make what will become yours the perfect home for you and Joe.

God's already promised his help - take Him up on it. 
And p.s. - I'm sorry I can't fix it.
 

Tuesday, August 13, 2013

So Maxster and I are reading a child's version of Gulliver's Travels. 

As he is finishing the first page, Gulliver mentions that he is from England.

So, Maxster says -

Mommy, I should do a English voice.

I agree, so he starts over at the beginning.

And this is what he says -

Chapter Uno

Yep, still love that boy.

Monday, August 12, 2013

when there is so much more to celebrate than just years

Mama stood Daddy up on their first date.  She didn't want to, but they had no phones so she couldn't contact him that she'd be going home for the weekend.

But on their next date they drove from Carthage to Kosciusko to get a Coke.

Then there was a ring in tiny box under car seat and my daddy said to my mama -
 
If I bought you a ring would you wear it?

That was over fifty years ago.



To be quite honest, I've been praying my daddy would live to see this 50th anniversary celebration my sisters and I had to keep secret because they didn't want a fuss.

That he would live to see fifty years with his Tot. 

And God is good.

It could only stay a secret for so long - 'cause Mama would have been angry with us if she had not been given an opportunity to have her hair done.

So we celebrated my mama and my daddy.



We celebrated obstacles and hurts and happiness and crazy life and near death and years of barely getting by that they conquered to stand aged and worn and tired and beautiful together. 




To my darlins and lovely nieces and nephews -




Grandma and Petepa have not always had an easy time of it - as most couples can say after fifty years - life has given them some hard blows and challenging times.  But they are together now to see and hear the beautiful and hilarious HeeHaw tribute from all of you because they never gave up on each other and their love.  They fought to obey God's word and stay together. 

And their prayer for each of you is that you find the same happiness and have the same strength to bear life with only one person by your side.

Our family is on a near impossible streak, and to be honest again it would be a miracle for all thirteen of you to not have one broken marriage that cannot be humanly repaired. 

But miracles happen every day. 

Giving your grandparents up one day will be hard for each of you.  But on the day that you gave them the beautiful gift of laughter and honor -




you can know that each of you have made them proud and created for them a legacy of love.

All of you have made the long drive from Carthage to Kosciusko to get a Coke so much more than just worthwhile. 

Happy Anniversary Mama and Daddy, James and Martha, Pete and Tee-Texas-Tot.
 
I love you.
 
We all love you.
 







Thursday, August 8, 2013

Twenty-Five

You wake me before the sun and without a word we remember this our 25th year together.  We promise to make another twenty five and I make you promise to not die and I make you promise that often and we both laugh knowing some promises are out of our control. 

You promise anyway.
 
 

The weekend was so full with family and love and laughter that I'm not exactly sure where to start remembering in this space.  But I'll start with you.  Because all things in my world seem to start and end with you.
 
You're not as young as you used to be.  I haven't seen you take the stairs three at a time in years.  You don't eat as much or stay up as late as you used to.  The older you get the more that little vein under your left eye shows and your beard is nearly white but your hair is still dark.  Searching for your grays seem to make mine so much easier for me to see.
 
Should have made you promise to gray before me.
 
I love you.
 
I need you.
 
I adore you.
 
I want you.
 
I like you.
 
I love you.
 
And like Annie's Song that you let me listen to when I get moody you fill up my senses. 
 
If I close my eyes and the moment is right I can see you looking at me when I walked the aisle toward you all those years before.  I was nervous and you looking at me made me more nervous. 
 
But I still couldn't take my eyes off this gift that was you. 
 
I didn't know then what a gift it was -
 
but I know now.


The sun is now up and you have fallen back asleep.  I watch you sleep and now, twenty-five years later, I can't take my eyes off you. 

I don't want to. 

I don't ever want to.

I go to the living room window and the flowers our children placed in our honor smell strong and beautiful sitting on that table you bought me when we didn't have the money to buy it.



I whisper thank you for all that you are and all that you have given me. 
 
Our children. 
 
My life. 
 
Memories. 
Love.
 
The knowledge that is the honor of knowing that you're not as young as you used to be.  And I don't want you to be.  Because you are here - at this place in your life - and I'm the one beside you.    All these years later. 
 
I love you. 

 
Drawing of me losing my cool courtesy of budding artist, Izzy.


Have a dressed up day!


. . . put on a heart of compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness, and patience. Colossians 3:12