Beloved Father, help me to expect you as I travel the ordinary road of life. I am not asking for sensational experiences. Fellowship with me through my everyday work and service and be my companion when I take an ordinary journey. And let my humble life be transformed by Your presence.
~ Streams in the Desert, October 22
“There is a reason I am not writing the story, and God is. He knows how it all works out, where it all leads, what it all means. I don’t. Maybe…it’s accepting there are things we simply don’t understand. But He does.”
A Velveteen Mother — made Real by the years — the way grace can happen to you. And not all at once — but you become. And grace becomes you.
To be just a Velveteen Mother: worn and weathered down to the exquisite beauty of the frame of the Cross.
It’s the threadbare simplicity of the thing: a Velveteen mother — softened and strengthened by the years, rubbed down to the essence of Gospel — like the Lion Who sacrifices Himself as a Lamb.
And maybe that is all — a Velveteen Mother is a mother who keeps bending her worn knees with prayers that her child may walk straight paths. Never ceasing to pray for her own crooked heart.
Never forgetting — Train up a child in the way he should go and be ready to forgive him. The Way he should go is down a road named Grace.
Why do I forget that becoming Real — becoming a velveteen mother – it will hurt in a thousand ways?
After a slow wearing down and fighting the same battles and remembering that this war we wage is not against flesh and blood, and knowing that we fight discontentment with gratitude, I start again. After too many weeks away, after October “the month that got away”, I begin the holiday season with an effort to slow, savor, and count the gifts.
1408. being lice free
1409. the chance to start feeling caught up
1410. not running
1411. family game of Monopoly
1412. Friday night at home
1413. getting there
1414. clean house and truck
1415. Chandler’s first 5k
1416. pushing through 3.1 painful miles
1417. the healing of deep laughter
1418. approval letters
1419. getting away
1420. tropical storms
1421. being content
1422. ninety-three days
1423. being with my peeps
1424. two nights at home together
1425. slowing down
1426. laundry neatly stacked and folded
1427. rainy days
1429. leaves swirling wonder around third-born child
1430. facing the same frustration
1431. becoming a velveteen mother
Won’t you join me this month in giving thanks to the Giver of all good gifts? Even those gifts that hurt and wear us down and keep us on knees and faces…even these are good gifts in His hands. Even when we don’t understand how something good could ever come, we can trust the One who has given all things for our good and His glory.
May your day be filled with thanks.
For His Glory ~