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Time Waits for No Man.

I’m feeling the weight of time again. 

How I wait and wait until I think I can do it no more, then when the time inches closer to that expected end…I freeze.

I start to think of how things will change.

Yikes.

All this cozy and comfort and familiar is about to morph into something I have absolutely no control over.  And maybe that’s just the thing; that unexpected fluttering of my heart and the why of it all…

It’s that I really really…REALLY don’t know what to expect.

I have no clue what to do with everyone once we’re all under one roof.  I don’t know if I’ll fall to pieces. 

And when the time finally comes that I bear this third child from my body and out into this merciless world, how will I do it?  Will there be pain?  Will there be fear?

How can I stand it all?

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Because once she comes, the others soon will follow…I just know it.  And life will be all to familiar and unfamiliar at once.

And when she’s here the clock starts to tick.  This I do know.  I am way too familiar with how I ache looking at a newborn baby…thinking of all the ways she’ll grow before I’m ready for her to.

Because I look at Zayne and Ethan everyday the same.  They change, time passes and in spite of all the familiarity of their faces, I can’t stop how time grows us.  One day they won’t be my babies anymore.

My heart bursts and sobs at the thought.

Holding my baby girl, I know I’ll feel the same ache; the same longing.  I don’t know why, but my brain skips ahead with certainty to the time when I will be a woman full of memories and time with children passed…I won’t be the center of their universe anymore.

I will miss that.

They will all grow.  All 5 of them eventually under this roof.  We’ll figure out how to live together as a family after the pain of expansion.  Ah, yes…and I will cherish watching them grow from day to day.  How painful that words cannot express such a love.

I harbor it deep in my heart, this love.  There are moments blended into the monotony of daily life that shine bright with this love.

I take the time to marvel at these children as they run, speak, play, learn, cry, laugh…I’m in awe the entire time.  There is something so frustrating about not being able to express fully how I love them each.  How I just adore every inch of them.  And how blissful it is when I get to lay beside them and watch their faces as they sleep.

What I would give for their minds to grasp how miraculous they are!

I’m so selfish that I want this to go on forever, but I know it can’t…and one day I’ll be a woman of memories, no longer the center.

It’s only a part of me that mourns, because the rest of me knows that life holds joy no matter what stage it’s in.  The rest of me believes that God is good in every age.  And I wholly am thankful for such a life where I get to be a mother at all.

But tonight, in all honesty, I struggle with the change that’s coming…and I fear it just a  little.

I’m afraid of the unknown.

Afraid of letting go of what’s become so familiar; these years so dear to my heart.

Afraid of change in general…and bringing another child into the world who will grow so quickly…

Afraid of the headlong leap we’re about to make when all I can hold onto is this great faith God’s been building inside all these years of waiting.

We wait for 2 to become 5…for 4 to become 7.

I’m taking a little time tonight to acknowledge the reality that there is some fear; some nostalgia.  It doesn’t surpass the excitement, but still, it’s there.

And, oh, I am afraid of the uncertainty of labor…that too.  Yep.

There are moments when the weight of everything hits me deep.  Moments where I mourn the passing of time…the movement…the change…

And then I remind myself to open up wide to the good.  The everyday good, no matter what side of the road you’re on… no matter what phase of life you find yourself…what a shame to waste even a day without the cherishing; the finding of joy and squeezing it tight.

Listen. Listen.  Listen. 

Don’t miss a moment.  It changes so fast…even in light of all that’s unexpected.

How Love Covers Everything.

I know there is an eternal perspective to have on things.  That’s what I’m trying to find this morning.  Things seem to keep culminating into…something.  This is one of those blind faith things and it’s not just momentary blind faith that’s asked of me, but if I want to remain sane, I’m required to stay in that place of faith.

To keep steady; to keep reminding myself of who You are and what You’ve promised me, Lord.

I believe with everything I am…I believe You are a God who keeps His promises.  And I believe you are the God who creates.  You create things out of nothing and not only that, but you love and adore your creation!  If I open my eyes wide enough and clear my mind then I see the beauty of your creation spread wide across this globe.  And of all the things you’ve created, your hands crafted us.

So, for the precious child being pieced together and spirit gently poured into her frame…for this child I already stand in awe of…I believe You created her AND You love her.

Not only do you love her, you formed her.

You forged her deep in your heart and thought her up completely.  There is nothing in her that surprises you.  And although you knew she would live as a human, prone to wander; prone to be tempted and tried, you still created her.  You still dreamed her up in the great unknown places.  Her eyes won’t be able to see you fully, but your heart was just passionate enough to urge you to create something you love.

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I love her, I would die for her, just as I would any of my children…I would, selfish as I am.

But you love her more; this infinite love that goes far beyond humanity.

I don’t doubt this.  I look at the world and highlight it’s beauty in my mind, and I would never doubt your love, God.

You were so passionate, you couldn’t stop yourself from forming me and dreaming me up.  You have a vision of who I am, perfect and complete.

And then I think of Moise and Esther.  There is no difference here. 

You believed in your heart; you held them close and whispered into their frame before they were born.  You have a vision and a future and a love beyond even my wildest imagination.

This is what I’m trying to believe this week…and for so many weeks prior to this one.  Your love extends beyond the pain and chaos of Haiti.  It extends beyond a lifetime of being overlooked.  It goes further the heartache of how we all wait for each other…almost three years of waiting.  Or the opinions of so many people…

I’m trying to believe that even now, while things look so endless…while they grow lanky and strong and I miss this all and they miss a family…I have to believe your love is great enough.

You are a creator God who thought each of them up.  You are a God who has a plan and a vision for their future .

Finding Your Unique Family Culture (Part 2): Ingrained Strengths

In observing our family and myself, I’ve realized a few things.

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It is so encouraging to notice and celebrate the strengths of my children!

Parenting can get tough.  We are tempted to worry about so many things and if we’re not careful, we will spend all our time obsessing about how we’ve “dropped the ball” in a certain area…or how we need to work harder to catch up.

While it is beneficial and even necessary to keep a “to do” list (of sorts) when it comes to our children, if we aren’t careful, this is ALL we’ll spend our time thinking about.

Instead of investing our emotions into the things our children are not, why don’t we invest our emotions into rejoicing over the things that are?

I want to celebrate the God-given gifts and abilities of my children.  What fun it is to watch them grow and bloom right in front of your eyes!  And, at the same time, how sad if we missed it because we were so worried about why they didn’t measure up to the kid down the street!

When they’re babies, we celebrate them!  We spend hours staring into those sweet, innocent faces dreaming about who they will becom.

We dread them growing up too fast.

Our joy is marred by the fact that maybe they crawled a month too late or refused to eat a wide variety of vegetables….they’re too large or too small on the growth scale…and they didn’t learn to speak coherently or use correct grammar.

After that comes the fear that they won’t read on time or use good manners in front of your friends or master the art of kung fu or whatever…

My point is this:

we forget to spend the majority of our thoughts and actions on the things these beautiful children do well.

I’m not speaking of bragging.  This isn’t a push to get you to become that annoying parent who can’t contain their need to overcompensate for perceived insecurities and thus ends up talking about how their children are superior to all others.

Actually, I’m referring to the opposite.  I’m speaking of a certain contentment and inner joy that comes from knowing and celebrating the gifts of reality.  Instead of pressuring my child to perform by someone else’s standards, I encourage them where they are naturally gifted.  I seek these things out and provide them with opportunities to excel at life.

And I take notice of all the possibilities.

Maybe my child loves history and stories of Zorro.  Maybe he can’t stop singing the songs he hears on the radio or drumming a beat on every flat surface.  So, the natural thing would be to take him to museums and read stories of men who changed history through courageous acts.  We study heroism and then maybe the child gives hints of being interested in horses, so we jump in there also!

This could lead to watching rodeos, which leads to horseback riding lessons, which in turn leads to knowledge of horse breeds and agriculture.  Really the sky is the limit!

The child loves to sing, so we have singing lessons, but maybe that isn’t his thing…maybe writing songs or composing music is…and we go from there.

When I have a child like this, I celebrate him!!

I continue to marvel at all his unique qualities and oddities.  Sure he needs to learn to read and write, of course!  Obviously, he needs to eat a well-rounded diet!  But let’s take the pressure out of the situation…let’s take a step back and add in some fun because the hard truth is this – life goes by fast.

We will miss this gift of a unique family life if we spend the entire thing stressed about timelines and societal standards.

We will miss out on the beauty.

At the end of this life, I guarantee it won’t be as fun to brag about little Jimmy’s phenomenal score on that standardized test way back when.  We will be pining away for their childhood once more.  We will be wishing we hadn’t been so preoccupied with temporal things when we could’ve been basking in the thrill of what makes these little minds tick.

We could be living an adventure and marveling at a garden full of flowers as they unfold.

Our children are these flowers.  And they unfold slowly, brilliantly over time.  We have the honor of seeing each little petal as it quietly unfurls.  And how surprising some of these petals turn out to be!

I truly, desperately don’t want to miss this.

If you’re like me, you have a long list of things you’d like to work on with your kiddos.  But let’s choose together to take time, step back and simply watch them.

Let’s take a breath, and choose to see the quirky ways God created them.

Let’s celebrate the ways they excel and choose to forget, for a moment, all the things we’d like to “improve”.

Let’s name them and call them out in ways that are good and excellent and worthy of praise!

 

“My sweet child, you are a philosopher…a scientist…an artist…a writer…a gymnast…an athlete…an animal lover…a comedian…a communicator…”

and the list goes on.

As I am crafting my family’s unique culture…that way we all fit together like some cosmic puzzle…I want to make sure I spend more time encouraging them to grow in what they are and less time obsessing over what they are not.

 

Choose to take a step back and see today; really see all the things God has already placed within your family.

There are hints and pieces and signs everywhere!

 

What are the strengths of your children?

What are your own strengths?

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