3 comments | published by Linda | September 27, 2010

Nehemiah 8:10
“The joy of the Lord is your strength.”

I have no reason to spend much time during the day checking my make-up or my appearance in a mirror. I have several little mirrors that follow me throughout my days that reflect what’s going on in my heart. It’s now all too clear to me if my smile has faded and my color is gone, my loss of joy cannot be hidden. My children stand beside me and display clearly the attitude that has dripped off of me and soaked into them.

The scriptures explain how the Joy of the Lord is our strength, and we are to be imitators of God as we raise our children and to strive to show them who God really is. If the joy of the Lord is MY strength, then it’s safe to believe that the strength of my children is from the joy of their father and mother.

When I am truly joyful and completely enjoying my days and being in the presence of my children, they become strong and somehow confident. Yet if I’m edgy and irritable, there’s no mercy coming out through their faces and words.

How can I expect my children to be joyful, peaceful and strong in character if they are mere reflections of a worn out mom who finds herself too busy to rejoice in the incredible life she has been blessed with?

I have the joy of the Lord to give me the strength I need. And He not only promises strength, but God given strength. Even on those days where I feel as though I have nothing left to offer, my Lord can continue to care for my children through me. When I am in continual conversation with Him, He sustains me. I become joyful once again because He is my God. “The Lord God is my strength, and He will give me the speed of a deer and bring me safely over the mountains.” Habakkuk 3:19

I would like to start each day looking into each of my children’s eyes and giving them a smile of deep affection, to remember to laugh, smile and to lighten up.


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3 comments | published by Linda | September 07, 2010
When I heard the loud crack come from their bedroom, I knew they had chosen to use the last one in their box. Night surrounded them, so this was the best time to break it, and use it to light up the darkness. Those crazy little glow sticks had spent the full day in their hands as they would hunch over them in the back seat of the car, or run into a closet, or find a dark space in the garage. When it was snapped in the center, the light was able to show through, and brighten up their way. Once broken, it worked.

It is frustrating to be in a period of time where we can't seem to get to the light. The worries of life can overtake us. Feelings of panic can even come upon us as we try to rest at night. How can we continue if we feel so broken?

Like the loud crack I heard from their bedroom, when we have the privilege of becoming broken, God is able to light up the darkness. He can then show through, be our strength, and light up our way. Something happens that is a mystery to us, as there is a certain glory that shines through brokenness, as we become filled with his strength. Once broken, we are strong.  
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2 comments | published by Linda | September 03, 2010
Running to meet me after school, he had much to tell. A field trip to the fire station filled him with stories that carried us from the parking lot all the way back home. The excitement seemed to build as we stepped inside. He had to show me how to stop, drop and roll. He spent the rest of the afternoon stopping, dropping and rolling. If there was a fire, he knew what to do.

This evening as I was busily putting dinner together, I listened to stories of their day, solved arguments, encouraged tired, frazzled emotions, and held my crying daughter. I had two wrapped around the bottom of my legs, and one with arms wrapped around my waist. Crazy filled my kitchen. Mom was needed by all...all at once. I knew I needed to put my full attention on them alone.

Remembering the techniques he taught me years ago, I stopped, dropped and rolled. Running to the nearest bed, I flopped down in the center. Within seconds, I had one son on my right, one on my left, my little daughter on my stomach, another sitting on the foot board, with my two oldest sitting nearby. It was a mom pile. There was a fire, and I knew what to do.
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