peaceful easy feeling

since last Sunday i have had this peaceful easy feeling.  yes i know thats an eagles song and i love me some eagles.   their words just perfectly describe what i'm feeling right now.  i am still exhausted from the women's retreat but its a physical exhaustion and not a mental one.  normally i feel completely rung out after retreat but this year was different.  not sure why and i'm not gonna question it too much.  i'm just gonna enjoy this peace and thank God for all he did in my heart and the hearts of my sisters this past weekend. 

and then there were two

i knew this day would come but i wasn't prepared for the suddenness of it.  as of last night cliff is back with his mom.  the nephew that i have loving raised for 4 years is no longer in my home.  i will still see him but its not the same.  how do you suddenly switch gears? 

some may not agree with our decision but to be honest there is no compelling reason to not let him go.  my sister is as stable as she will ever be and finally at a place where it will just be her and him.  he craves his mother's attention and affection and i pray she will be able to give him what he needs. 

but in the meantime i will pray for my heart to heal and for his questions to be answered. 

its all worth it

yesterday Colleen and i went to a baby shower.  the new momma had a big list of books on her registry and i was pleased to see Colleen's favorite bedtime book on the list.  so of course i bought it.

after the shower we had a big conversation about what books i used to read to her before bed.  when i mentioned one her favs that happened to be my least fav, she had to giggle about how much she made me read it to her.  its not my fav because it has singing parts in it and they are not just regular singing parts they are animal singing parts. 

so when i woke up this morning this is the note i found  (get some tissue...just saying)

"Sing to me my own song." he said "you have the most beautiful voice in all the whole wide world.  Sing me my own song"  excerpt from A Song for Little Toad

I love you soooo much.  You are the most amazing mother ever!  I don't think anyone could do just as well as you did.  As i read this book i thought of how you raised me in your own way, not how others told you too.  and i  couldn't be more thankful for it!

I love you so much!

(don't cry too much :)

thanks for 18 AMAZING years!

Colleen - your little toad :) 

its times like these that remind you its all worth it.  every tear, every heartache, every battle, every victory.

sabbath rest

God really knew what He was doing when he commanded us to take a day off. 

after my most horrible, awful, terrible no good week i took saturday off. 

totally off.

i read a book and it was glorious.

pulling weeds

after the rainstorm on tuesday night i had quite a few weeds spring up in my yard. my first thought was to just mow them down...then i thought they'll just grow back stronger and bigger than before. so last night i got out the hose and soaked the ground really well and this morning before it got to hot i went out to pull weeds.

the most dreaded of childhood chores. pulling weeds ranked right up there with picking beans and gathering pecans. which i would swear on a stack of bibles we must of had 1 million bean plants and at least that many pecans in our yard each fall.

now i know a million preachers have preached it and at least a million people have heard it but God really does speak to you while you are doing the most mundane tasks. if we will only listen and apply what He says. its as if He has provided the chores as mini life lessons. i am the type of person that has to see it then do it to learn it. so just sitting in church and listening to the Word only takes me so far. i have to then go out and do it in the real world. so my challenge is this the next time you have a chore that really needs to be done and you really don't want to do it ask God to speak to you. ask Him what you could possibly learn from this sink full of dirty dishes. i think you just might be surprised. i know i am.

i not only pulled the weeds in my yard this morning but i was able to pull up some spiritual weeds that have been choking the life out of me. now my challenge is to keep them pulled. they will try to come back but if i catch them when they are small and soak the ground really well i have no doubt God will give me His strength to pull them out.

God wants you to know

Before the beginning of time, I knew you. I knew what color your eyes would be, and I could hear the sound of your laughter. Like a proud father who carries a picture of his daughter, I carried the image of you in My eyes, for you were created in my image. Before the beginning of time I chose you. I spoke your name into the heavens, and I smiled as its melody resounded off the walls of My heart.

You are Mine. My love for you extends farther than the stars in the sky and deeper than the ocean. You are My pearl of great price, the one for whom I gave everything. I cradle you in the palm of My hand. I love you even in the face of your failure.

Nothing you say or do can cause Me to stop loving you. I am relentless in My pursuit of you.

Run from Me--I will love you.
Spurn Me--I will love you.
Reject yourself--I will love you.

You see My love for you was slain before the foundations of the world and I have never regretted the sacrifice I made for you at Calvary.

When I see every part of who you are, I marvel at the work of My hands, for I whispered words of longing and desire and you came into existence.

You are beautiful, and I take pleasure in you--heart, mind, and body.

You are My desire.

When you turn your head in shame and despise what i have made, still I reach for you with gentle passion. You are My beloved and I am yours.


adapted from 1 John 3:2, Isaiah 43:4, Matthew 13:46, Ephesians 1:4, Revelation 13:8, Psalm 194:4, Song of Solomon 7:10; 6:3 by Regina Franklin

shes done

i was just checking my blog and couldn't believe my last post was at the beginning of the school year and it was about my daughter.

here it is the end of the school year and she has graduated. no more high school. no more notes to write. no more school assemblies and trips. no more permission slips. no more parent teacher conferences.

the days go slowly but the years fly.

as she sleeps...

...i can see the baby she was 17 years ago.

...i can imagine her future as she steps to the edge of adulthood.

...i can pray she will never change and allow the world to make her hard.

...i can hope the hopes that all mothers hope for.

...i can wish she still listened to veggie tales and not hard core christian metal.

...i can dream for her.