thank you sweet friends for supporting me by encouraging me to write. Shortly after I started this personal blog, I decided to start another one too! I have been faithful writing on it because it goes beyond my muses and lessons learned and is meant to encourage families as they disciple their children!
So when you check this one out and there is nothing new be sure to head over to www.familiesanchored.blogspot.com because each week I post a new blog there.
Coming to a blog near you, aka Mercyville, a post on gardening! That is correct. My daughter (well she is suppose to be participating) and I planted a garden! More on that soon.
trying to cultivate
So in little ways, little deeds, my children are watching and following my lead. Or sometimes they just plain out question it!
Just a couple of weeks ago my daughter and I were sitting on her bed, brushing hair and talking life when my husband walked in with a heavy sigh..."I am done for the night, I am exhausted," was his cry after a very long, stressful day of working with an orphanage in Haiti.
So being the doting wife that I am I offered, "Would you like me to run you a hot bath?" (This is his cure all, I think his mom must have done this often when he was young). Of course, he nodded yes and walked slowly out of the room.
Then my daughter turned to me, her eyebrows raised, "He can't run water?"
I erupted in laughter. Then I explained that running her daddy a hot bath is just a small way that I can serve him. Then gave her a list of ways that her daddy serves her each day.
The next morning we were sitting at the breakfast table (it was a saturday morning no real routine everyone eat breakfast at your leisure kind of morning). Again, my daughter and I are just having girl chat, comes frequently with a nearly 11 year old, as we sat at the breakfast table. My husband walked into the kitchen and headed for the pantry, opened it, stared, then turned to me and asked "Will you make me a bowl of cereal?" My daughter's eyebrows went up, she gave me a knowing look and said, "He can't pour milk either?" Laughter erupted again, as my husband tried to explain to both of us all of the little ways he serves us!
Truth is, he does! Truth is, I enjoy serving him in little ways (it speaks his love language the LOUDEST)! So I am trying in little ways to cultivate a servants heart in my children at home. Hopefully, when my daughter marries the man God has set apart for her she will love to serve him in little ways. But I have a feeling he better know how to run his own water and pour his own milk!
Note: this is on the heels of me posting on http://familiesanchored.blogspot.com
Just keeping it real!
Just a couple of weeks ago my daughter and I were sitting on her bed, brushing hair and talking life when my husband walked in with a heavy sigh..."I am done for the night, I am exhausted," was his cry after a very long, stressful day of working with an orphanage in Haiti.
So being the doting wife that I am I offered, "Would you like me to run you a hot bath?" (This is his cure all, I think his mom must have done this often when he was young). Of course, he nodded yes and walked slowly out of the room.
Then my daughter turned to me, her eyebrows raised, "He can't run water?"
I erupted in laughter. Then I explained that running her daddy a hot bath is just a small way that I can serve him. Then gave her a list of ways that her daddy serves her each day.
The next morning we were sitting at the breakfast table (it was a saturday morning no real routine everyone eat breakfast at your leisure kind of morning). Again, my daughter and I are just having girl chat, comes frequently with a nearly 11 year old, as we sat at the breakfast table. My husband walked into the kitchen and headed for the pantry, opened it, stared, then turned to me and asked "Will you make me a bowl of cereal?" My daughter's eyebrows went up, she gave me a knowing look and said, "He can't pour milk either?" Laughter erupted again, as my husband tried to explain to both of us all of the little ways he serves us!
Truth is, he does! Truth is, I enjoy serving him in little ways (it speaks his love language the LOUDEST)! So I am trying in little ways to cultivate a servants heart in my children at home. Hopefully, when my daughter marries the man God has set apart for her she will love to serve him in little ways. But I have a feeling he better know how to run his own water and pour his own milk!
Note: this is on the heels of me posting on http://familiesanchored.blogspot.com
Just keeping it real!
Our Rescued Children...
This photo was taken last Sunday morning as they were heading out to church. That morning no one would have imagined the earth trembling, quaking, and buildings crumbling two days later. We are so thankful that each of their lives were spared when the earthquake and aftershocks hit Port-au-Prince. Words cannot describe the devastation all around them.
Our hearts cry out to our Lord this day for our children in Haiti, for all of those there. My heart aches, yet my mind knows that God is sovereign, and he "so loved the world." In His great love for us, his children, there will be suffering.
May I allow the words of a young 25 year old survivor challenge each of us. Her words spoken this past Saturday, after finding her entire immediate (and several cousins and aunts) dead on Friday.
"I HAVE to believe the Lord is good...In this trial I greatly rejoice, though now for a little while we have been suffering in all kinds of trials. These have come so that our faith—of greater worth than gold, which perishes even though refined by fire—may be proved genuine and may result in praise, glory and honor when Jesus Christ is revealed. Though we have not seen him, we love him; and even though we do not see him now, we believe in him and are filled with an inexpressible and glorious joy, because we are receiving salvation!!!! Haitians must be God's favorite people - He is taking us through this so that we can grip Him tighter, see Him clearer and love Him deeper."
Neyssa has no earthly family left, no home to return to...yet she has a living hope. She knows her Savior and wants Him to be known.
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