1 comment | published by Linda | September 20, 2011
It's more exciting than the contents of the box. The race isn't to figure out what came to them today, but to grab that crazy bubble wrap that sits on top. As I'm quickly left with an opened box, the bubble wrap flies. Within moments the jumping begins and the absurdly loud pops fill the room.

When I think the popping has finally finished, another blast goes off. Walking into the room, I find the remains of deflated plastic carcasses spread across the floor.

In the next room I heard a new outburst of laughter. Curious to find what brought this second surge of happy, I investigate. There I find my two youngest boys, one wrapped in bubble wrap, the other whacking on the bubbles to see if it hurts. Their test proved that with the wrap, the laughter continued.

We are to choose joy, consistently. Joy comes when we realize our relationship with Him is all we need. Whether times are difficult or easy, we can be surrounded by joy. Joy acts like a protection for us against the bangs and bumps along the way. 

Much like the bubble wrap, we should wrap it around ourselves. Life will hurt less, and there will be far more reasons to laugh. Remember, the race isn't to find out what might come to us today, or why, but to grab the crazy bubble wrap that sits on top.

Posted in Living Room, Play Room    |   Tags: Bubble Wrap
0 comments | published by Linda | September 11, 2011
From my journal on 9-11-01...

Proverbs 15:3
"The eyes of the Lord are in every place, keeping watch on the evil and the good."

A vacuum cleaner commercial lets me breathe. Looking out the window and seeing my neighbor fold laundry in her garage, brings me peace. It seems any break from the invasion of news headlines is eagerly anticipated and much needed.

The scenes that have been imprinted on my mind have hit a playback button and continue to wrench my heart with each viewing. The pictures of buildings, crumbling to the floor like a lego castle built by a three year old. My mind races through all the possibilities of situations that may have occurred inside before the streets of New York slowly disappeared in the smoke and debris. The mothers, fathers, children, husbands and wives, it's more than my heart can bear.

I watch as America weeps so intensely over the innocent people who were trapped inside these infernos, with no escape. Many inside knew there was no hope for a rescue from such a horrific site. These pictures in my mind have somehow found a parallel with other traumatic images, that ironically are the result of a choice made by America. 

So many thousands of babies, trapped with no hope of escaping death even before their first breath. Tiny babies formed by our Creator being terrorized within the womb. Why is it that I see no tears in the eyes of people over these precious ones? Just like the victims of these terrorist acts, these little ones are trapped, and victims of selfish immaturity.

Our God is sovereign. He is the only one who knows why. Standing so small before our Lord, we can't even assume to know His reasons. Yet, we must embrace His justice. These situations certainly make us stand still, look around us, and hopefully make us fall on our knees before our King. We desperately need His guidance, His forgiveness, His protection, and yes, His justice.

I praise God that I don't have to lean on commercials to find my stability, and my peace of mind. I have the privilege of crawling under His wing, humbling myself before Him, and resting in His sovereignty. 

Children. Blessings. As they surround me, they are constant reminders of His love, His beauty, His grace. I will spend my days raising these little ones to be warriors for our King. It has become abundantly clear there is a war ahead we must equip them to win. 
Posted in Living Room    |   Tags: Innocence Trapped
0 comments | published by Linda | September 04, 2011
It's different. I can brush it myself, but when she does it, it's not the same. My hair is long. As she sits beside me, she slowly brushes it over and over again.

For some reason, these moments mean something to me. She loves me. She delights in my presence. I spend my days serving and sacrificing for my kids, and when the tables turn, it comes at me so much greater. Even in the simple things.

In my pajamas, I sit with her and enjoy her tenderness. She thinks I am beautiful, a princess in her eyes. These aren't the thoughts that naturally go through my mind when I stand in front of the mirror and brush my own hair. She is a sweet reminder of His
perspective. To Him I am precious, a princess in His eyes. 

As she not only accepts me as I am, but rejoices over me, I can know who caused such love. It's a mystery, but even as a little girl, she sees me as He does. There's really no difference.

Zephaniah 3:20b
"...In His love He will no longer rebuke you, but will rejoice over you with singing."
Posted in Powder Room    |   Tags: No Difference