Not what I planned
Sophie - November 19, 2009
So yesterday I started a post about making connections through blogging vs. real-life community, and while I'd like to assume that the post might have offered a few insights and lo, even some sage advice, the fact of the matter is that right after I started the post my day took a little bit of a downward turn. And before I even knew what happened, I was at the bottom of some sort of emotional ski slope with my legs bent awkwardly underneath me and a pole jammed into my side.
So to speak.
The bottom line is that, as my friend Amy J. said a couple of weeks ago, "my feelings were hurt - all of them." And it just totally knocked the wind out of my sails.
(And yes, I just used a skiing metaphor AND a sailing metaphor in the same post. I have no explanation for such a writing travesty. However, I do offer my most sincere apologies.)
ANYWAY, I had a hard time bouncing back from what happened yesterday. And I may or may not have spent a solid hour lying underneath a blanket while a certain six year-old read me books. DESPERATE TIMES, PEOPLE.
After supper - which was a pizza my husband was sweet enough to pick up for us - I made the remark that the LAST thing I wanted to do was go to church. Honestly, I wanted to stay home, sit in the front of the fire and feel a little bit sorry for myself. But since Alex loves his Wednesday night church-time, I cowboy'd up (METAPHOR #3!) and got in the car. But I wasn't really happy about it.
We had just pulled into the church parking lot when Alex piped up from the backseat: "Mama? Do you know that God is with you all the time? That He is SO BIG that He's everywhere you are?"
Oh, that boy. I mean, seriously - does it ever cease to amaze y'all how the simplicity of a child's faith can just FLAT-OUT PREACH? Honestly, I can't think of when I've been on the receiving end of a more timely word. Because even though I knew it, I SO needed to hear it.
And I'm beyond grateful for the six year-old who said it.
What have your kids / nieces / nephews done lately that just blessed your socks off?
Melanie
Melanie
Sophie
Sophie
Paige
Paige
Kris
Kris
Comments (3)
In college,I was in my local church one morning and it was a rough morning. Lots of crying and tears during praise and worship. A little girl sitting beside me, who I did not know, stood up and took my hand. She held my hand the rest of the worship service and I just cried. Needless to say, she ministered to me in a huge way.
Posted on November 20, 2009 5:31 AM
Dear Sophie,
So sorry all of your feelings were hurt. And so glad God chose to speak to you through your sweet boy.
Just the other day, I was sharing with my girls something on the horizon that I fear. Anticipate, but fear, if that makes sense.
Emma (my baby who is somehow almost 9) said, “We should pray.” She got up from her seat, put her arms around me, and prayed for me.
I tried to listen, to make a memory, to keep from crying, to imprint it all on my heart somehow because I saw God’s Spirit so clearly in her.
We can talk and talk and talk and go round in circles. Or we can pray, lay it down at the God’s feet, and move forward.
Joanne
Posted on November 20, 2009 7:35 AM
I was driving our 13 year old to school, and I will usually grab his hand (he still let’s me do that) and I pray over him and our day. I started the conversation with him about Jesus being so real to me that I wanted this for him as well. I asked him if he ever had a conversation with our Lord.
He replied “yes Mom, sometimes when I am pitching on the mound and I know that I have to work through the innings and I feel my arm getting tired, I ask Him for help.”
That really made my happy. He delights me in so many ways and I pray that Jesus continues to be real to him.
Posted on November 20, 2009 12:45 PM