Blink

This song, on the radio over the weekend, speaks to my soul and triggers my heart….

Blink

by Revive

Teach me to number my days
And count every moment before it slips away
Taking all the colors before they fade to gray
I don’t want to miss even just a second more of this

It happens in a blink
It happens in a flash
It happens in the time it takes to look back
I try to hold on tight, but there’s no stopping time
What is it I’ve done with my life
It happens in a blink (x2)

When it’s all said and done
No one remembers how far we have run
The only thing that matters is how we have loved
I don’t want to miss even just a second more of this

It happens in a blink
It happens in a flash
It happens in the time it takes to look back
I try to hold on tight, but there’s no stopping time
What is it I’ve done with my life
It happens in a blink (x4)

Slow down, slow down
Before today becomes our yesterday
Slow down, slow down
Before you turn around and it’s too late

It happens in a blink
it happens in a flash
it happens in the time it takes to look back
I try to hold on tight but there’s no stopping time
What is it I’ve done with my life
It happens in a blink

It happens in a blink
it happens in a flash
it happens in the time it takes to look back
I try to hold on tight but there’s no stopping time
What is it I’ve done with my life
It happens in a blink (x4)

It reminds me of the value of counting, numbering the gifts.  Every second, every moment, a gift.  I don’t want to miss a single one.

*Counting the gifts and sharing some recently edited photos of a pre-Christmas trip to Crown Center in Kansas City

1085. cuddling with my oldest


1086.  watching the oldest mature and grow as a sister and a leader

1087.  learning to wait


1088.  anticipation

1089.  husband who takes girls sledding


1090.  quiet afternoon at home

1091.  home school basketball games


1092. husband who knows to bring nachos from the concession stand without even asking

1093.  early Valentine’s with my beloved


1094.  shared joy

1095.  old friends and the Super Bowl


1096.  thoughts of friends far away as they celebrate the Green Bay win

1097.  spontaneous Sunday afternoon run


1098.  a new week that will hopefully bring some answers

Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.

~ Psalm 90:12


Blame Shifting

So, this was my Facebook status at one point yesterday…

Sara….is wondering if, the next time a certain child of mine sees a new housing development and mourns the loss of the trees, I should point out that she and her sisters have probably decimated a small forest with all the paper dolls they’ve been making this week?

Last night, Matt made a comment along these lines to said children and the oldest replies, surprisingly quickly, “Well, it’s Mom’s fault, since she won’t recycle paper.”  😮

Snow Days

I think I’m officially over winter.  Actually, I’m not minding winter (all that much), but I think I’m over snow days.  At least for a while.  Maybe I’ll be ready for one again about the end of February.  But in the past three weeks, we’ve been snowed in twice for three days in a row.  I’m typically all for breaks in the activity schedule, but I think we’d all like some routine back.  AND TO GET OUT OF THIS HOUSE!  May have something to do with the fact that I was home alone with the children for ten days just last week….

Also, I’ve been wearing two pairs of socks AND my Ugg boots.  And my feet are still freezing.

This is what I think of ol’ man winter right now:

 

Come on Spring!!!

Spinning

What do you do when you feel God asking something hard, something impossible?  When your head spins at what it will mean, how it will change everything.  You have the chance to walk away, to say no.  But your heart won’t let you, because you know your God is bigger than all these things.  He is mighty and able to do more than you could ever ask or imagine.  How do you know the difference between emotion and the Holy Spirit?

My heart is both heavy and light – heavy with the burden of logic and reality, light with the joy and hope of the possibilities. Prayers are coveted.

 

God never rebukes us for risking too much,

only for trusting too little.

(Words I’m clinging to this week.)