Time travel - at the park

A couple of days ago I went into town to run some errands. Of course, I had my 5 month old with me, so after a couple of stops, it was time to feed him. We stopped at a park and got out to enjoy the sun, and take his first ride in a swing. It was great fun, he got a kick out of the swing, and since there was no one else there, ate really well too.
While I was sitting there feeding him, a woman pulled up and got out of her car. She was obviously a professional, in fact, she could have been me, only a year ago. She had a notebook with her and was reviewing some documents. I couldn't help but think of the many times, as a sales representative, I had done the same thing; pull up to a park in between business appointments to review things and go over my game plan for the next call. It was a little odd, sort of like traveling back through time and looking at myself. . .
The best part is that I wouldn't take a million dollars to trade places with her. There I sat, enjoying the sunshine, nursing my baby boy, and thinking about what I was going to make my wonderful husband for dinner, sending up prayers of thanksgiving for all God has blessed me with and the radical changes he has made in my life.
How wonderful to be in the will of God, and have him show me so clearly. How amazing that he changes our heart long before he changes our circumstances and truly "gives us the desires of our heart."

Our Provision

My older son turned 16 this summer. If you have a child in that age range, you know what that means. Car-obsession! He talked about cars, shopped for cars, counted the money he was making that summer, calculated fuel costs and insurance (which we make him responsible for), the works. He was a singly minded young man. I watched all his figuring and worrying with a smirk.

You see, I knew what he didn't. My father planned to give him an old Buick for his 16th birthday. So, the whole time my boy was sweating it out, his car was ready to go, sitting in Arizona, just waiting for his birthday. You should have seen the look on his face when my parents pulled up with it on a trailer for him.

Every time I sweat or suffer, or calculate or recalculate for things I want (right now it's a job for my husband) I remember the Buick and know that my Father has planned to give me what I need. It may not be exactly what I have in mind, and it will come on the day He has picked, not sooner, not later. His timing is perfect. His gifts are good. He is our Provision.


"If you then, who are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give the Holy Spirit to those who ask him!" Luke 11:13


Update - My husband got a job that is a perfect fit! :) 

In my arms

It's amazing to me how little bothers my baby when he's in my arms. Noises and people who would otherwise upset him, have little effect when I'm holding him tight. In fact, he sometimes even smiles and laughs at things that would have him in tears if he were on his own.
So, next time I'm scared, or in tears, I'll remember that I must not be in my Father's arms, and run right back to him. . . . .

Bodie came home last night. Boy was it great to have him back. He was gone for more than a week and a half. You know, sometimes he goes for days without calling me, but it never diminishes my love for him. In fact, it makes me long for him that much more.

I wonder if that's how God feels about his kids? I know he misses us, but isn't it great that we never get voicemail when we call him. Everytime we try to reach him, there he is. And it's only one step back into His loving embrace - no matter where we've been - or how long we've been gone.

Getting in God's Way

Sometimes when I'm feeding my baby, I get so aggravated because he puts his hands up in the way. He actually sucks on his hands and it prevents him from getting to the only thing that can actually nourish him. Reminds me of me. . . . putting "self" between me and the only thing that can truly nourish me. . . . Him.