To Find Him in the Everyday

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.”

~ Ann Voskamp

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?

~ Ann Voskamp

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

1428.  candles

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 ~

~ Sara

Thankful

I’ve been so hit and miss lately and so much has been happening, this seems like a good week for catching up.  First, always first, giving thanks for the good gifts and the hard gifts He has given over the past few weeks.  He is faithful, even when I am not.  This is inconceivable grace.

1373.  hard runs that are cheap therapy

1374.  long talks

1375.  13.7 miles on my own

1376.  fm radio on the iPod

1377.  “putty” golfing

1378.  twelve hours of sleep

1379.  head lice

1380.  forced change of plans

1381.  perspective

1382.  calm

1383.  an offer!

1384.  a contract

1385.  a sold sign

1386.  eleven “easy” miles

1387.  Row House with friends

1388.  home again on Sunday morning

1389.  counting gifts even when the heart grumbles

1390.  nine year old playing piano

1391.  last long run – done!

1392.  date night

1393.  second place at her second horse show

1394.  face down before the Lord

1395.  a God who hears

1396.  a sick one sleeping soundly

1397.  gold leaves on wet black pavement

1398.  sky – amazing shades of blue

1399.  moon – bright and clear

1400.  race training finished

1401.  four clean heads

1402.  hearing that still, small voice as I pray

1403.  confessing I have made an idol out of something good

1404.  another adoption hoop jumped through

1405.  race day

1406.  missing the mark

1407.  knowing I can try again

Hoping your week begins and ends with a heart full of thanks.

For His Glory ~

~ Sara

Monday

Reflecting on words from Brother Lawrence as we continue to battle laundry and unwanted house guests.  Giving thanks for saints who have gone before and left us words of what the Lord was teaching them and for days when I feel the Lord smoothing out those rough edges and breathing quiet praise as He gives grace for each moment.

Lord of all pots and pans and things, make me a saint by getting meals and washing up the plates. ~ Brother Lawrence

I think of how the brother’s words are not just for dishes and mealtimes, but as I clean and scrub and fold and comb I can become frustrated and hardened or I can bend to His will and become more like the One who came to serve.  I can grumble at the inconvenience or I can give thanks for this thing that He has ordained for me for this time.

I choose grace.  I choose to bend. I choose to give thanks.

To God Alone be the Glory ~

~ Sara

Looking for God

“If I see God in everything, He will calm and color everything I see!  Perhaps the circumstances causing my sorrows will not be removed and my situation will remain the same, but if Christ is brought into my grief and gloom as my Lord and master, He will ‘surround me with songs of deliverance’ (Psalm 32:7).  To see Him and be sure that His wisdom and power never fail and His love never changes, to know that even His most distressing dealings with me are for my deepest spiritual gain, is to be able to say in the midst of bereavement, sorrow, pain, and loss, ‘The Lord gave and the Lord has taken away; may the name of the Lord be praised’ (Job 1:21).

“Seeing God in everything is the only thing that will make me loving and patient with people who annoy and trouble me.  Then I will see others as the instruments God uses to accomplish His tender and wise purpose for me, and I will even find myself inwardly thanking them for the blessing they have become to me.  Nothing but seeing God will completely put an end to all complaining and thoughts of rebellion.” ~ Hannah Whitall Smith, Streams in the Desert, September 17

Looking for God the past couple of weeks…

1362.  thirty for 30

1363.  a whole week of good running

1364.  generous girls learning to give good gifts

1365.  a quiet, happy birthday

1366.  home church above the city

1367.  a Monday made in heaven

1368. new running shoes

1369.  working through pain and discouragement

1370.  Kung Fu Panda II – who would have guessed?!

1371.  ice cream reward for James I memorized

1372.  a Sunday morning that keeps my heart bowed in prayer

Our God is a very present God.  He is with us in our troubles and our victories.  May you see God in everything this week.

By His Grace ~

~ Sara

A simple list on a Tuesday night….

….because I can’t keep up with all His endless gifts….

1341.  a quiet Monday morning

1342.  momentary grace

1343.  leftovers again

1344.  an at-home copier

1345.  home study completed!

1346.  singing love songs to my Savior as I scrub the kitchen counter

1347.  dossier in the mail!

1348.  surviving the craziest day of the week

1349.  music on the Victrola

1350.  tears on a Friday

1351.  two hours at Mahner Farms

1352.  pregnant goats

1353.  rubber chairs

1354.  talks about Hawaii, chickens, and kids with bad teeth

1355.  run that are hard

1356.  days that just don’t go right

1357.  glorious weather

1358.  Monday morning run that rocked

1359.  dreams that lead us to at least think and pray

1360.  trail hikes, the Kansas River, & catching frogs

1361.  open windows with church bell hymns ringing through

How Great Thou Art

Oh Lord my God when I in awesome wonder
Consider all the worlds thy hands have made
I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder
Thy power throughout the universe displayed

REFRAIN:
Then sings my soul my savior God to thee
How great thou art
How great thou art
Then sings my soul my savior God to thee
How great thou art how great thou art

When thru the woods and forest glades I wander
And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees
When I look down from lofty mountain grandeur
And hear the brook and feel the gentle breeze (Refrain)

And when I think that God, his Son not sparing
Sent Him to die, I scarce can take it in
That on the cross my burden gladly bearing
He bled and died to take away my sin (Refrain)

When Christ shall come With shout of acclamation
To take me home What joy shall fill my heart
Then I shall bow in humble adoration
And there proclaim my God how great thou art (Refrain)

*photos from the weekend

**song lyrics prompted by church bells today

Washed Clean

Last night we watched and we cheered and we cried as fifty-eight believers made public their faith and dying to death, rose to new life.  Young and old, new believers and those who had been walking with the Lord for decades, those who were stepping out in simple obedience and the one who gave up everything to follow Christ, led into the water by a pastor, friend, mentor.  And our youngest, led by her daddy in that first step of obedience to Christ’s commands, that first example He set for us.  Washed by the water, made new by the Spirit.

And we rejoice and give thanks for new life, eternal life, life abundant.  And for His unending grace.

1334.  bike helmets

1335.  a persevering five year old

1336.  open weekends

1337.  borrowed computer cords

1338.  allergies and puffs with lotion

1339.  fifty-eight believers proclaiming their faith

1340.  our youngest “raised to new life”

This challenge was posted by a cousin of mine on Facebook last night….

What if you woke up today with only the things you thanked God for yesterday?

What would you be left with?  May your day, your week, your life be filled with thankfulness.

For His Glory ~

~ Sara

The Gift of Structure

It starts again today.  The run-around.  The taxi-service.  The activity schedule that often has us out more than we’re in.

Strangely, I’m looking forward to it.  I’m looking forward to the structure it demands.  I’m looking forward to the hard stops, the fixed times.  I appreciate, at least to a degree, the pressure it puts on us to try a little harder, do a little better.

I don’t ever want a crazy life.  I need a lot of slow.  Our kids need a good amount too.  But I appreciate how a moderate level of busyness can force me to focus and use my time more wisely and push myself harder to fit more in to the day.

So here’s to a new year of ballet, horse back riding, gymnastics, choir, speech, and more….and that’s just the girls’ stuff.  Here’s to whatever God has planned as He stretches us, fills us, and makes us more like His Son.

And here’s to continuing to count, to celebrate the gifts He gives.

1321.  switched rooms

1322.  air conditioning

1323.  hottest days on record

1324.  first day of a new school year

1325.  eager students

1326.  Teaching Textbooks

1327.  eleven years old

1328.  more pics of our little girl

1329.  first photo shoot down

1330.  afternoon nap

1331.  Cafe Holliday chips and guac delivery

1332.  an afternoon of laughter and silliness

1333.  the return of hard stops

A Return to Routine

It always comes about this time, that antsy feeling, that unspoken longing for schedule, routine, order to our days.  Summer….that glorious time of freedom, sun, water, and play…it takes its toll and our God-given desire for order and productivity begins to cry out.

I love summer.  I love the heat and the endless sunshine.  But I am eager this year for the return of school and routine even if that means the coming on of fall and even winter.  I have come to realize that all these things are (literal) seasons and do not last forever, even if a Kansas winter can find a way to drag into May sometimes.

Tomorrow we begin a new school year.  Two children are begging me to let them start today.  Two more are enjoying their last day to sleep in, in spite of the roofers tearing off shingles above them.  Over the next month activities will come back in on a weekly basis and – amazingly – we will slow down into that steady routine of a school year.  After a wild summer that seemed determined to spin wildly with things to do it will be comforting to know that every week will look more or less the same from now until May.

I am thankful for the past three months.  A family road trip, a house remodeled, swimming pools and lake beaches, our dossier almost complete, and so much more.  And I am thankful for the start of a new school year.  New books, new curriculum, new opportunities.  God is so good and His gifts are endless.

 

1299.  yard sales

1300.  crazy heat

1301.  support

1302.  God’s protection of the third born.  Again.

1303.  a weekend away

1304.  first date anniversary

1305.  wedding anniversary

1306.  spending life with my best friend

1307.  team planning

1308.  sweet friend who prays over me while we run

1309.  dear women who help clean Amania’s house

1310.  pool time with the littlest

1311.  McDonald’s ice cream cones

1312.  $815

1313.  school entered for the coming year

1314.  relaxing Friday

1315.  Camp Enosh

1316.  Tad’s Tropical Snow

1317.  a sign in the yard

1318.  a whole week of slowing down

1319.  family bike ride

1320. last day of summer break

May your week be full of His good gifts.

For His Glory ~

~ Sara

*photos from a recent family bike ride; please note that we do not typically let our children play in the public fountains, but with the heat index at 109, we made some concessions.  😉

When You’re Feeling Small and Insignificant

The emotions swirled this weekend and they all ran strong.  My head swam with thoughts and goals and fears and plans.  And even today everything spins and feels off-kilter, and I, I feel small and insignificant.

In a life where most of my days are spent on the mundane and the unseen (unless, of course, I fail to do it….then it’s very seen!), where every day looks much the same and it’s not hard for the Enemy to plant seeds that what I do does not matter, I am thankful for journals and blogs and gratitude lists that remind me that my Jesus, the God of the Universe, cares and sees and knows.  And He loves me.  And He delights in me.

And the wonderful part is, He’s just as crazy in love with you.

1278.  joyful gift giving

1279.  pierced ears

1280.  new curls

1281.  popsicles on hot days

1282.  air conditioning

1283.  a job for a dear friend

1284.  a gift for our daughter far away

1285.  school books ordered

1286.  holiday weekends

1287.  family

1288.  friends

1289.  freedom

1290.  a quiet day to catch up

1291.  free food for faux cows

1292.  girlfriends over to play

1293.  a weekend full of Haiti

1294.  meeting Daniel and Nicole

1295.  ice cream social

1296.  24 children sponsored

1297.  a text at just the right time

1298.  remembering His faithfulness

I pray that this week you would  know your worth and that you are loved desperately, madly by the King of kings and Lord of lords.  He died to make you His own.

For His Glory ~

~ Sara

Eight

A year ago, I wrote about Chandler and the completely unique and wonderful child she is and how God has used her in our lives.  And while God often uses her to remind me just how much I need Him, I give thanks for her today.  I give thanks for her tender heart and her quick wit, for her strength and determination, for her generosity and for the incredible way God will use her someday, and for the eight years He has so graciously given us so far.

 

And I continue to count the gifts He gives each day…..

1270.  husbands and daddies

1271.  reaching the breaking point

1272.  finding balance and peace again

1273.  first horse show

1274.  a really good Saturday

1275.  home study interview

1276.  third borns

1277.  another turning eight

Praying you are open to the gifts He gives this week.

For His Glory ~

~ Sara