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.
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? After we moved back to Belgium and we weren’t mennonites anymore ?and pretended to be normal (whatever that is. As far as I know there are no normal people)… I started going to school.
And I do really mean an actual school. A real one. Where there are also other people. Everywhere. I had dreamed of being a nurse for so long that I ran to it very quickly when I heard I could start there without a Belgian high school diploma. And then when I stood in front of the school door I felt very much like screaming very hard and running back to my mama.
But I was super brave, so I went inside. To a class full of people who had started school the day before and who all stared at me. I came in with another girl who was also a day late, so I felt a connection with her. Quite logical seeing as we were both starting a day late. Can’t you feel the unity and the connection in the air?
Then the teacher sent her out because apparently the class was split in two for this class and her last name started with […]
Inevitable stays the fact that I always fight. A chronic adolescent, I sometimes call myself. I fight against life. Against the time. Against prejudices and traditions, manners and conventions.
Fighting can be rebelling. Fighting is also life. We fight against sickness and death, against the human in us and against nature. It’s a fine line between this fighting and this living..
God gives and takes life. Still, we give our utmost and go to the ends to keep life when it seems to end or when the going is rough. We think it’s wrong to let it go just like that. And it is. It’s something oh so special. How then can we know what to fight for and what to accept in peace?
We fight, have to fight, against human sins. Against jealousy, hate, anger, that in us which always wants to get our own rights, and will hurt others if need be, to get that. We have to fight for life, for all that is beautiful, true and pure.
And we have to do the fighting in a state of rest. Lay ourselves down in our Father’s hands, in trust. While also running the […]
I am a list person.
I make lists for everything. To Do lists, Shopping lists, Thinking lists,?Inspirational?verses lists, Books I want to read lists…
Sometimes when I am inspired by something specific during my quiet time, or just during the day, I start worrying that I will forget it. So I write it down for when I need it. It might help me some other day. And then I hope I’ll remember to read it. Because that idea was just so awesome, and I really needed to hear that, and it helped me so much.
But you know, that was my manna for the day.
Sometimes I read it again and don’t feel inspired. It was my manna for last week.
God wants to give me something else today; He knows what it is I need right now.
He doesn’t want me to worry about remembering every single thing that ever inspired me, in case I am ever in need of it. He always has what I need at the moment. So I don’t need to put it in a ‘save my life’ list.
I do write it in my diary, and it is encouraging to read it and remember, […]
Life is made up of moments. Ever so many of them, stringed on the rope of my life.
And when life is busy I keep planning and making lists and I keep shoving them of, pushing them away to some ‘later’ time. But then later becomes now and I still haven’t done it. I haven’t learned to be patient and loving and humble and kind and joyful. On which moment will I learn how to do that? If I would really believe that THE moment would come, you know, the one where you have inspiration and everlasting time and your are totally grown-up and the situation is just right…Then I could just put it of till then.But that won’t come, will it?
So I have to chose today and tomorrow and these times right now to do what I want to do.
When I look back to today, I don’t want to remember me longing for tomorrow; For the perfect day and time that I never quite got to.
I want to make memories today and become a better wife and mom and friend today and live like Jesus might call me home tonight. If He were to […]
A tree is a strong thing. A sure thing.
When I was 6, we lived in a house in town, and we had a gigantic one. A few years ago I went to visit the church that meets there, on the first floor of the building that was our house. And I was quite indignant to see that the tree had been cut down. Like they’d cut down a part of my childhood.There’s a nursery in our living room the grass is long and mostly weeds and I try to see three little children running around. And dad drawing us big pictures on the blackboard and hey! Where’d that go, people?
In the next house, we had a tree with a rope swing. The tree stood on the top of a little hill, so you could grab the rope and really swing. All romantical and real, you know.
The house after that had poplars that we could climb in and since the top was cut of each year, we could stand on the flat part and be hidden by the branches growing above and around it. And then there was a weeping willow with a swing where I […]
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 […]
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