"Not all of us can do great things.
But we can do small things with great love."
Other writings and things that have blessed me this week:
Study in Brown
The Christmas Story
The LORD said, “Go out and stand on the mountain in the presence of the LORD, for the LORD is about to pass by.”
Then a great and powerful wind tore the mountains apart and shattered the rocks before the LORD, but the LORD was not in the wind.
After the wind there was an earthquake, but the LORD was not in the earthquake.
After the earthquake came a fire, but the LORD was not in the fire.
And after the fire came a still small voice.
When Elijah heard it, he pulled his cloak over his face and went out and stood at the mouth of the cave. ~1 Kings 19:11-13
The angel said to them, “Do not be afraid. I bring you good news that will cause great joy for all the people. Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is the Messiah, the Lord. This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger.” ~Luke 2:10-12
"What I really want to be is... a tiny yellow flower hidden in a vast deep wood; a precious ointment shimmering in an alabaster box, poured out on the feet of Christ in love. "
Yellow trout lily, Erythronium americanum. It blooms in the woodland in mid-spring.Photo Credit to Colin Purrington.
"A woman in that town who lived a sinful lifelearned that Jesus was eating at the Pharisee’s house,so she came there with an alabaster jar of perfume.As she stood behind him at his feet weeping,she began to wet his feet with her tears.Then she wiped them with her hair, kissed them and poured perfume on them."~Luke 7:37-38
"The feast, or party, is part of the foundation of Christianity. Here at Cana, Jesus performs His first miracle, so it could be said that our faith, in a sense, began at a party. Early in the history of the church, times of fellowship resembled parties, or love feasts... How could a group of Christians coming together not resemble a celebration? Even as the Christian faith began at a banquet, so it will come to completion at a wedding feast." From pg. 42 of Parable of Joy by Michael Card
As I start to relax, I begin to let down from my long day. Being the mother of three small children can be exhausting! I give, and give, and try to give more though my flesh is howling in resentment. I am worn from their needs and requests, but also from the battle with my own selfishness.And you walk with meYou never leaveYou're making my heart a garden
And you walk with meYou never leaveYou're making my heart a garden
All of my chicks have left the nest. They are rearing and nurturing their own.
It’s funny that all of the messy piles of unfolded laundry and the mail and important papers that lined the counter, the things I longed to have put in order when they were here --- are still here.
But, they and their sounds and their smells, the fragrance of their presence has gone. Drifted into the memories I hold and cherish.
I do not live in the past but I would love to have one more day when I hear their laughter and their conversation drift down the stairs and the aroma of their shampoo from their bath and the clamour of books and items being prepared for school.
Just the joy of their daily lives intertwined with mine and their activities shared with me hourly. It all escaped too suddenly.
There were many days I wished for just a little quiet. Now the quiet is sometimes way too loud.
So, a little revelation from one who has been where you are, in the middle of domestic chaos:
Enjoy every inch of the mess and those responsible for it, appreciate the unfolded laundry and the scattered papers, books, and shoes, smile at the dirty dishes and tracked floors.
They are all a real sign of real life going on around you. Life to be loved and lived and devoured one minute at a time.
If only there were a way to lasso the days and slow them down and hold on to each moment and each child. If only!
Your friend in Christ,
Anna Margaret in Louisiana