Thanks

So how did November get here already? It should easily be just the beginning of September. Oh well, life moves quickly. I thought I would steal a couple minutes to slow it down by posting some of my recent favorites.

I have missed so much with my kiddos this week as it is preregistration, my busiest work time. I have had to leave early in the morning which has upset the whole morning routine but my kids are such troopers...even leaving at 6:15 in the morning with night before washed hair and being 13 years old.

So this morning was the first morning of normalcy. So I was able to see all I had missed.

1. Little boys who need haircuts have mohawk morning hair.
2. When pushed to their limits, pink zebra striped blow dryers can be a sister's equivilant to a Nerf gun.
3. Three shirt options are the minimum amount of outfit changes
4. Our semi-rushed morning routine is like balm on our souls after the last week of earliness.
5. Gameboys get left behind voluntarialy in exchange to group scripture memorization in the car.

God is good and I am so thankful for these little whispers of life that I get to keep and cherish in my heart.

last night, my girl and I went over to a friends house to visit for a few minutes. As we drove the darkened roads, she started sharing her heart with me about how things were in her life. How hard and pressed the world was getting. She asked some good questions about how Christians live in the mess, how they can be perceived in debates (like gay marriage rights etc). It was a wonderful conversation. I hope to never forget this little snipet.

Her: But Mom I know all about the Word being the sword of the spirit but sometimes it just feels like we just sit around and get bashed up.(Oh how true that may feel)

I just prayed for His words to be mine as I spoke to my little prophet. My little "all or nothing", never halfway Spirit filled miracle. Then I spoke of His truth- it is not the people we fight. It is the principalities and the powers of darkness that cause the division we must bind up.

Oh to see the Light in her eyes.

Oh to feel His presence in that car.

His words,not mine. His girl, not mine.

Truth spoken to a soil that is ready and ripe. Love wins.

Again I whisper, thanks for letting me see this, to be here, to feel this. Keep knocking, keep being what she seeks, keep loving her in ways I can't.

Thanks for this moment.