Sunday, May 30, 2010

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Two years ago today our lives changed forever.....

My sweet girl..... how you fill my heart. Sometimes it feels like it will burst.

Monday, May 10, 2010

If I could be anyone....this is who I would be.

Proverbs 31:10-31 (New International Version)

A wife of noble character who can find?
She is worth far more than rubies.

Her husband has full confidence in her
and lacks nothing of value.

She brings him good, not harm,
all the days of her life.

She selects wool and flax
and works with eager hands.

She is like the merchant ships,
bringing her food from afar.

She gets up while it is still dark;
she provides food for her family
and portions for her servant girls.

She considers a field and buys it;
out of her earnings she plants a vineyard.

She sets about her work vigorously;
her arms are strong for her tasks.

She sees that her trading is profitable,
and her lamp does not go out at night.

In her hand she holds the distaff
and grasps the spindle with her fingers.

She opens her arms to the poor
and extends her hands to the needy.

When it snows, she has no fear for her household;
for all of them are clothed in scarlet.

She makes coverings for her bed;
she is clothed in fine linen and purple.

Her husband is respected at the city gate,
where he takes his seat among the elders of the land.

She makes linen garments and sells them,
and supplies the merchants with sashes.

She is clothed with strength and dignity;
she can laugh at the days to come.

She speaks with wisdom,
and faithful instruction is on her tongue.

She watches over the affairs of her household
and does not eat the bread of idleness.

Her children arise and call her blessed;
her husband also, and he praises her:

"Many women do noble things,
but you surpass them all."

Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting;
but a woman who fears the LORD is to be praised.

Give her the reward she has earned,
and let her works bring her praise at the city gate.

Thursday, May 6, 2010

How do you spell LOVE?

About 13 years ago a man that I worked with came into my office and out of the blue asked me if I knew how to spell LOVE. "Of course" I answered, " L - O - V - E ". He gave me this sad smile and sad "No, it's spelled T - I - M - E" and walked out of my office. Strange, right? I didn't make much of it because he was a strange man. He was one of those weird "Born again Christians" that I was scared of. He seemed a little too radical for me. Not very realistic about life. Relied on God only. He gave his money away. Prayed at the drop of a hat. Went to third world countries to serve. Just plain strange. Funny, how God works. Today, I strive to be that same weirdo : )

It's also kind of strange that for the last week I've heard this man's words over and over in my head. It's taken me almost 13 years for that to really sink in to my head and my heart. Back then I was working like crazy. I had been out of college a few years and climbing the corporate ladder. I had just been promoted to CFO and work was my primary focus. Not my marriage. Not my kiddos. Not my family. And certainly not my God. Wow, what a sad set of priorities I had.

Today (Thank You Jesus) all I can think about is TIME. Spending TIME with God. Spending TIME with my husband and children. Spending TIME with my family. Spending TIME with the fatherless, the oppressed, the hungry....... Why did it take me so long to realize how to Love well?

I am so grateful to be a mom that can be home with my daughter (soon to be daughters) I had no idea how important this was. TIME changes a lot of things. Perspective. I could care less about being some big wig accountant. And all of the "things" that I thought I needed.... turns out that I just really wanted them. Wanted them to fill a hole I had. A hole that only Jesus could fill. It's incredible to wake up in the morning and know that there is no hole. To be so full was unimaginable at one time. Now, it's just pure joy.

Right now from the dining room table where I typing on my laptop I can see Izzy in her play room. Her Hillsong for Kids is playing. She is singing. Worshipping. While she is getting her colored pencils and worksheets together for home school. She is so happy. It's a beautiful thing to see. I catch myself all the time just staring at her. Amazed that she is my daughter. A child once abandoned. Now adored. I cherish this TIME with her.

Thank You Lord for teaching me how to spell : )