Screaming and yelling, the boys welcome papa home. They waited on him all day long. From the moment he stepped out the door, with them standing in front of the window, howling. They thought their life was as tragic as anything.
After we built a very high tower with the duplo blocks, and the oldest could kick it down, they decided that life was worth living after all.
Gabriel still naps in the morning. After that, I promised Abel, we can go see Izaak. His face becomes a smile. A beaming, grinning, mischieveous smile. According to him, baby is all done sleeping now. I say he’s not. 5 minutes later, baby is really done sleeping, Abel informs me. But mama does not agree with him.
We make a train, a pile of pillows to jump in, empty the toy boxes with the cars and baby toys, we draw Abel’s hand and get the mail, and we eat raisins. Then, we hear a noise coming from upstairs. We run up the stairs and the noise becomes a cry. The cry turns into a laugh soon enough, when mama […]
It’s gray and rainy and children are teething and get sick.
Sometimes you have to look hard and long before you find joy. Sometimes you don’t find it for awhile and you forget yesterday. Sometimes you have to sit and stare and drink another cup of tea.
But it really is true: ‘Joy comes in the morning’. And there is never, ever a moment in which we can not hope on God. In the rain and through the crying we can hope on Him.
Everytime again He sends comfort, and His smile. Not always the same way; always different. You have to look for it, search. Open wide and receive it.
Finding a hat that was lost, visitors that clean windows and bring tulips, an hour with baby before the others wake up and kisses for just mama.
God takes care of me. God loves me.
Sometiems I forget it in my head, but my heart always knows it. Sometimes I don’t want it, but I always come running back.
Linking with lisajobaker.com for?Five Minute Writing
The sun is shining and he wants to put on his coat.
I hold his hand and we walk outside, to the sun. The garden is one big mess, but it doesn’t bother him, bless his little heart. He sees leaves and a little bal, sand and an empty little pot. I walk on. He grins.
When I am halfway the garden path, he starts to walk faster. He toddles on towards me, bliss in his little face. Beaming from the sun, who is kindly sharing her light. When we reach the chickens, the little feet stop making steps, and the little hand grasps for the wire fence. It’s rickety, so he can move it to and fro. The chickens come to the fence, hopeful for goodies. The grains that they get are not greeted with much enthusiasm. The apple peels and porridge are a lot better. Maybe they are hoping for some grass, because sometimes there is good stuff like that to be got from that little hand.
The shoes are in the dirty mud, between the path and the wire fence. I pick the little man up and he looks back, at his friends, the […]
I am on a mission. A mission to stop complaining about what is or can’t be, but the find joy and happiness in all the moments that fill my days, which in turn make up my life. I have a tendency to sigh and moan about the life I have and to look forward to another season in my life. Instead of enjoying this moment. Therefore I am going to try to live in this moment, to find joy in this day however long it may be.
There are a lot of things to be happy about.
Last week I went shopping with Abel and I didn’t have a coin for the cart. So I went in to look for a person, to change change with. The first person I spoke to didn’t have any, but she did look in her purse for a very long time because she was a very friendly sort of lady. The next ladies I went to had something better. A plastic coin from Food Lion that you can re-use. They were endeared by Abel. And they probably thought I was very pretty and nice.
Monday I went to the store by myself. I’m doing […]
I am Naomi’s big sister. Four years ago I married my honey and now I am mama to almost 3 little children. I’m not so good with words as my little sister, but I will try to tell my story as good as I can.? ? I have loved God as long as I can remember. I am so thankful to my parents that they gave me Jesus. They couldn’t have given me anything that is more beautiful, more important and real. ? Whatever my little sister may claim, about how angelic I always was, I have always been a very human human :). I still remember very well how I struggled with my little sins as a child. My egoism, anger, ugly thoughts.. I didn’t want these things in my heart. I didn’t want to hurt God with them and still it was (and is) so hard to get rid of these things. ? When I was about 13 I felt a growing desire to change and have a personal relationship with God. I was?baptized?when I was 14. Right after my baptism I started to doubt very much. Had I been ready for this? Wasn’t I supposed to […]
I’m joining The Nester and a lot off others in the 31 Day Writing Challenge. We pick a topic and write a post on that every day in October!
My topic:
Living is learning and living is growing. Being a child of God is that, as well. I’m glad I keep on changing and learning and growing, because I do not want to stay where I am at.
I used to think I had to do it the same way as others. If I looked up to a specific someone, I felt like I was not a good Christian if I did not do it that way.
But I’ve found that since everybody is unique, everybody’s story is unique. During this 31 day series (joining up with thenester.com for the 31 day writing challenge. Check out the others here), I want to share my story. I want to share how I’m changing and growing as a child of God, and what it looks like in my life to be becoming more like Him. I’ve asked some friends to come visit here and share their stories as well! (They said yes!! 🙂 )
Will you come join us on this 31 […]
This morning I woke up at 3:30 and I couldn’t fall back asleep. So after almost 2 hours of ?tossing and turning, I got up and made myself a little cup of tea (see below), started my day of with the Father, and wrote Five Minute Friday in my dear journal.
I’ll type it out in case you can’t read it 😉
“…Because His compassions fail not. They are new every morning. Great and abundant is Your faithfulness.” Lam. 3: 22-23
Like the clean, creamy pages of my beloved journal. New. Like the rosebud that will open today. A new, fresh rose.
His mercy is new EVERY morning! That means it’s like manna. I’m not to worry that I used it all yesterday. There’s a new batch today!
His kindness is new every morning. Although I’m freaking out about today, about a whole day with 2 little boys, after a night of 2,5 hours sleep and no patience. His compassion is new today.
Today I want to throw myself in His care, on His mercy. I want to have faith that He’ll be there. Let Him speak, […]
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