
Was about to get ready for church this morning and the lights went off. Needless to say you don 't know how dependant in electricity till it is off. I got ready, was about to put my dress on and realized I can't get out because the garage door won't open without power. Sigh, musta been a sign I was not supposed to leave the house. My boys are off doing their own thing this mornin so I would have been with my church family instead of them. I thought I can just have my own worship with Just God. Lo and behold the lights came back on. It was too late for me to get to church so I thought Lord, you must have wanted me home for some reason. One on ONE time with just Him.
Happy Mom's day with Love to my daughter, Meg who is a wonderful mother to my grandson, Jon Brantlee and wife to my son, Brandon.
Happy Mom's day in Heaven to my own. I miss you - I love you Mom. I felt your presence this morning .
Hope you ladies have a very Happy Mother's Day and are as blessed as I am.
♥ Before you were conceived, I wanted you. Before you were born, I loved you. When you were born, I saw your face and knew I was in love. Before you were a hour old, I knew I would die for you, and to this day I will.
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Empty and Full - An Honest Mother's Day
Some days I am bone dry.
Even an accidental Spiderman cup of juice flying at my lap from across the table can't move me. I am un-rested mother, and that descriptor shakes a stick at my perspective on sexy and fun and life and light - on the gratitude that keeps my heart singing.
I get caught under clouds of exhaustion, the darkness rolled in for a visit, and I wait in the silence for it all to burst, for the rain to soak me down and relieve my spirit.
But it's dry, and my soul feels like it needs a nap. Wake me up when this is over.
When I hit these days, I prescribe to myself a few remedies: memory verses, prayers, no television, more church, and usually I exhaust myself further before something breaks, like a thunder clap.
And then I'm drenched in the knowledge of God. I hear God's voice so clearly, because He has spoken into the silence. The light bursts in relentlessly.
I see now.
There is much purpose in those dark places, how the mean time prepares our souls, gives us a contrast for which to see greatness and grace, and makes us long for Spirit water and restoration, causing in us a desperation that declares allegiance, sealing bond-enslavement, and granting freedom from this temporary world. There is a beauty in having been aware of great nothingness and in seeing, finally, consuming God.
He makes the dry bones quake. He makes them peel up from the grave and dance. Ah, we are the grateful dead - He, a constant new-creation maker.
And we are mothers.
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My experience as a mother and as a woman and as a human, in general, is that sometimes I need a little help. Oh, okay, a lot of help.
I am thankful to Thomas Nelson for generously offering us a little help here today. They are giving an amazing gift package in honor of Mother's Day, for those of us who strongly desire to lead our children in the way of the LORD, in spite of our own waywardness, tools meant to support our dry bones when we need to hear the truth, when we want to recall His past faithfulness, and when we want to express our desires and sometimes don't have the words.
This package includes gifts for Mom
Reflections from a Mother's Heart
An Invitation to Prayer for Mothers
and
Time With God for Mothers
and gifts for the little ones.
God's Promises for Boys
God's Promises for Girls
God's Little Princess Devotional Bible
and
The Tallest of Smalls
You can win all of them...just leave a comment before midnight on Friday!
by Amber Haines, the run-a-muck