If one of your babies was lost out in the world you wouldn't stop looking for them. Ever. Right?
In this throw away world, it’s uncommon that you hear of someone going after something they’ve lost because of the abundance they have. I bet you we don't even notice most things we've lost. We typically keep moving forward in a world where losing one thing compared to the other ninety-nine things we have is okay. We have so much that we value that in reality, we value very little. If you had $100 would you really miss $1 of that if it were lost? It’s just 1%, right? No big deal. When we have fewer of something, we tend to value it more. If you have 3 cars and one is wrecked or out of commission you notice. It probably bothers you or upsets your daily plans. What if one of those things you were missing was one of your children?
Yesterday, I saw a post regarding “new” research on spanking children. Quite often I roll my eyes at “new research” because, well, it’s new and fresh and probably will be disproved with newer research. This new research, it goes against God’s word and much of what people start throwing out in support of the new research is not reality. For example, I don’t lose my mind and beat my children when they need discipline. If a swat on the seat of their pants is going to keep them from running into the streets, that’s what they’ll get. If that’s not how you would handle it, it doesn’t make me wrong.
I am not writing this to argue for or against spanking children. I’m writing this because when I responded to the article by simply quoting Psalm 13: 24 (“He that spareth his rod hateth his son: but he that loveth him chasteneth him betimes.”) and saying that I believe my God over any new research. Such a statement doesn’t make me backwards or ignorant. It means that I have been taught different, believe different, and am secure in those things. I don’t fly by the seat of my parenting pants with every new study that comes out. I simply trust thousands of years of expert advice.
It has been a little over a year since my husband and I started the keto way of eating. Before starting our journey we had so many friends to encourage us. So many people saw results right away. We absolutely love the richness of food that comes with eating keto.
There are so many skeptics out there and some famous ones I wanted to personally throat punch on the days I was having victories because everyone deserves victories without naysayers. I’m not an actual throat punch kind of girl unless you mess with my kids, just to be clear.
We invested in all the necessary changes in our fridge and pantry. We studied and read books. We walked into this way of eating (WOE) knowledgeable and educated; and it was empowering.
The problem is...
we just can’t do it.
I personally became highly convicted when I read the creators of a Facebook group, screaming “carrots aren’t keto and if you disagree you’re out!”
As I have sat many times before, I sit at my computer with my prayer journal to one side, my Bible open, and various other books I am reading (or need to be reading).
The littlest Larsen's are sound asleep for probably only just a few more minutes.
All the windows are open to the camper.
The breeze can be heard in the tree tops and occasionally felt moving through this space.
Sleepaholics music is playing softly to help encourage a restful nap time,
but I find it's dreamy tones and watery sounds clear my
mind and evoke a sense of peace.
Restlessness doesn't sound that complicated now does it? Momma is tired. I know you're feeling me, I know you know this feeling well, Momma. Some days it's hard and you just want to pull the covers up over your head, close your eyes, and dream a little longer simply because you were the last one in the bed the night before, the one who got up with the needy child, the one who remember the clothes were still in the wash, the one who everyone depends on to handle their desperate needs.
You feel it. You feel the calling to be still; to make your world stop spinning for a moment so you can just process all that's going on. You feel the need to press pause on life; to slow down the growing up of your babies, to drink in the moments that are flying by, to try again with the love that you sprinkled when it should have been drenched.
Truth is, you feel that if you could just get a moments peace...
Not to long ago I attended one of our foster/adoptive mom support group sessions. Let's be real, these meetings are held in a corner booth of the best Mexican restaurant in town and conversations happen over cheese dip, tons of chips, and margaritas. I've had the privilege of getting to connect with some amazing women during these meetings. Since we have moved, I'd happily drive over an hour to sit with them and spill my guts. During our last group session one of the seasoned foster moms who has been an amazing voice in the foster care community said something profound... that, let's face it, shouldn't be so profound.
In the last few weeks I have spent several hours washing my families dirty laundry at the laundromat. Each time I need a load cleaned and dried I have to deposit quarters into the machine. With each quarter I get closer to the promise that I’ll end up with a load of clean clothes. I have been think a lot about these deposits and the promise that when I leave I’ll have baskets of clean clothes and my family will have what they need for the week.
My husband and I had been married 6 years and had just had our 3rd baby boy before I ever remember praying together with purpose. It happened one evening after an accident with our oldest son that could have been a much worse tragedy than it was. As a momma who fiercely protected her children in prayer, I found myself sobbing in a hot shower and crying to God. I was so thankful for the protection my son received but also needed to release all the stress, anxiety, and fear that I had inside me. During that moment of complete surrender my husband stepped in and prayed. Completely understanding what I needed at that moment. It would take years later for us to be able to share in prayer together regularly and I wish I had been more open to praying with him much sooner than I had.
Once we started praying together, or even apart but in unity, we saw God do amazing things in our marriage and life together.
Yearning by definition is an intense longing for something. It is a craving, a desire, a hunger, and even a thirst.
In recent months I have had the pleasure of praying with several friends who are keeping the dream alive that they might one day meet a wonderful man, the man who would become a husband. With each conversation I see and hear the heart of every woman. No matter if we are married, engaged, or single; there is a deep part of each of us that God created to be a bride. It is written time and again throughout scripture that true believers will one day become the Bride of Christ. There is a breathtaking parallel that Scripture makes between falling in love on earth and falling in Love with Jesus. If we, as women, would yearn for the closeness of Jesus like we yearn for the closeness of an earthly companion, our lives would be stunningly transformed.
Our Heavenly Father designed us to be unique in our femininity and He knows how to sing love songs to us. He uses Scripture to romance us into loving Him the way He loves us. He is our heavenly Bridegroom. He woos, wins, and weds us; His heart breaks when we are unfaithful. For some of us, it may be time to stop looking so hard for our husbands to become the perfect spouse or for "Mr. Right" to walk through the door. For some of us, it's time we date Jesus.
When you put your trust in Christ, you are betrothed to Him.
As a bridegroom rejoices over his bride, so will your God rejoice over you. -Isaiah 62:5b
This subject can be uncomfortable at first, for some. If you do not have or even yearn for the deep love of Christ over that of an earthly relationship, you may struggle with this and that is okay. I do believe it is meant for you. Maybe you have heard about Jesus' love for you but just do not understand the depth of His own desire for your heart. Jesus loves you and He longs for you to love Him too. This is the underlying theme, the substance that pumped through His veins, His passion for you. In Him, you will find the greatest romance of your life.
One day in prayer, I closed my eyes and in the stillness a scene began to play in my mind. I was dancing, twirling even, with Jesus. We swayed and moved and when the dance ended, he placed my face gently in His hands and kissed my forehead. The love He shared with me in that moment is not one I will forget. I'm sure if you asked, He would give you the same kind of affection. It is His hearts desire for you to know just how deeply He loves you.
Our life journey is a love story that is already being written. We long so deeply for our spouse, boyfriend, or future companion to romance us and I am here to tell you, they all fall short of our dreams. Many try, many do such an amazing job, many fall extremely short but if we will let our Jesus provide that deep, deep desire first it will only lift up what our husbands do when we see them becoming more and more like Christ themselves. Jesus is calling ladies.
More on this topic to come...
With a deep seated need to write to other I share my heart here on the matter of faith and family. My hope is that my present self, is connecting to future readers in God's perfect timing.