Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Jesus and Lions Don't Need My Help

"Here, read this book, it's exactly what I believe and what I want to teach my children about who I think God is."
The last part of her sentence was telling... "who I think God is."

In this case, coming from the lips of a self-proclaimed atheist, "who she thinks God is" is quite contrary to the God of the Scriptures. I took the book, thumbed through it, promised to read it, grateful she would share it with me. I watched her children play on a blanket as my thoughts swirled with a silent response that God has already revealed to us who He is, and that description hasn't changed an ounce since He revealed himself to Moses as "I AM."

Later that evening, back in the comfort of my own home, I realized I'd felt a little anxious spending the evening with this family. This couple has welcomed us into their lives, but I feel like I'm walking on eggshells when we're together. They have boldly communicated their disdain for Christ and Christians alike, and well, that includes Corbin and me. I feel like if I say the wrong thing or comment on my own faith they'll be outta there - and our friendship vanishing with it.

Thinking through my anxious feelings, I realized a couple of things. One, I really enjoy these friends. They're funny and smart and tender and endearing. And for some reason they like us. And two, no one cares more about their hearts and salvation than God - I AM - does.

I am again hit between the eyes (and refreshed and relieved) with the fact that I don't have to convince these friends about who God is, or of Jesus' saving grace.  I can rest in my faith and in just being myself, and it's not my concern to justify or defend God or Jesus or what I believe. I'm reminded that Jesus is exquisite and lovely and STRONG. He is quite capable of drawing people to Himself (as He did with me), and he doesn't need to be defended. He can and will speak for himself. A couple of Sundays ago in a sermon on Scripture as God's writings to us, Pastor Kitchens concluded, "The Bible is a LION. We don't have to defend it."

Thank goodness.

Practicing Gratitude... 1.25.12

- Love notes she tapes on my desk


- Watching Basden rest her head on Papa's shoulder in church

- A mouthful of stitches and capable docs and professionals to take care of Hud

- Strong, healthy teeth that remained in tact

- First one tooth, then the next... and now both top are loose. This one a little more difficult to be grateful for... not ready for her to grow up.


- Lots of hands gathered for dinner. Even better when those hands encircle Cousins BBQ


- Tim Tebow's book, Through My Eyes, and how it captivated Bran

- Shared earphones


- Corbin's morning workouts (thank you, Jerry!!)

- New leashes. We can finally walk the pups. Feel like someone just taught me how to get my newborn to sleep through the night


- Max Anders' writing

- Bran vacuuming the pool house without being asked

- The reminder that newborns bring of the precious value of LIFE. And these boys are precious!


- that Father, you will use for good the struggles my loved ones face

- This little darling. Also grateful for her mommy and daddy's outrageous creativity displayed in their new home


- Latrice and her shopping expertise (and a new rug)

- Nursing homes and voice recorders

- Papa and Doug, better (and cheaper) than the experts


- Three and a half years... OVER. The Lord's new mercies, forgiving hearts, hope that doesn't disappoint, and a new start

- Our new favorite thing to do together


- Solar plants south of San Antonio

- That the battles are not ours, but YOURS, Lord (that I put my hope in you, and you act on my behalf)

- Bunch of boys and pizza and poker... believe it or not, thrills this mom's heart



- Rice crispy treats - and that cutie who loves them


- These Birds Nest volunteers


- Corbin's calm presence

- David's shoes found and our faith increased

- My snuggle queen


- That You live in me so that I can love with your love

 Look to the Lord and his strength; seek his face always. Remember the wonders he has done, his miracles...   1 Chronicles 16:11-12


Monday, January 9, 2012

Practicing Gratitude... 1.09.11

- little girls in foam curlers (oh my gosh)


- Rainy Mondays

- Sacrificial husbands

- Tina and her camera

- Corbin taking Bran & Hud for a (quick) trip to the mountains

Bran, Foster and Hudson. I remember dreaming with Mama and Auntie Cam about the day they would grow up and all go ski (snowboard) together... can't believe those days are already here



I know I'm his mom, but he's pretty darn cute
- Meanwhile, a fun Girls weekend here - Menchies topped their must-do list
Yes, she was excited, but Esther has decided to take all of her pictures wide-mouth-shocked these days...

- Boys sleeping in pool house for the first time

- Glimpses of her growing beauty


- Our fireplace... when in use!

- Corbin's Costco shopping trips

- Watching God throw out a bone - a BIG bone

- That even difficult days come to an end. Your mercies are new every morning.

- Years of sleeping together in this queen bed... this marks their last night as twin beds were delivered today


- Baby Giraffe

- A refrigerator and pantry full of good food

- Father, that even the person who is least in your kingdom is greater than the most prominent and successful person ever born. Except from Treasury of Praise

Look to the Lord and his strength; seek his face always. Remember the wonders he has done, his miracles...   1 Chronicles 16:11-12