So last night I was sitting with my 4 year old cuddling before bed and she just looked up into my eyes and said, "Mommy am I God's little Princess?" Without a second thought I immediately replied "Of course you are baby!"
As I sat there watching her in my arms, I thought about her question. I wondered what must it be like for my children growing up KNOWING that they are in fact "God's little Princess?" My family didn't become believers until I was in middle school, so the thought of my children knowing they are a Princess of the King, from the time they were conceived is mind blowing to me! I wonder how different their lives will be from mine. I wonder if they will embrace this gift all their lives or will they rebel and push it as far away from them as they can get it. In reality I know that, that may end up being the case; but I also find comfort in knowing that if you "raise a child in the way they should go, they will not part from it." I realize there may be some straying but at least I know they will always come back.
In my own life, it took me a long time to realize my identity in Christ. I know so many others who struggle with that as well. But imagine if we lived our entire life with the standards that I'm "God's little Princess" I wonder what in our lives would be different. If I lived my entire life knowing I was a Princess of God, my standards would have been a lot higher; and I would have saved myself a lot of heartache!
Living that phrase out is life changing! I pray that as my girls grow up knowing they are "God's little Princess" instead of having to learn it later, it will save them from some of the heartache that I had to go through.
"While I realize most people keep these things to themselves I believe my life is not a normal life. I believe that my life belongs to God and that every single thing that I go through He wants to use to help someone else, and He wants to use it for his glory." I am a Wife, Homeschooling Mom to Five , College Student, Daughter, Sister, Friend, and most Importantly Follower of Christ.
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Sunshine on a cloudy day!
This week has been a very BLA, week for me. I've been very unmotivated, and very tired. I think it's a combination of the weather and living in this messy cave our home has turned into the last few weeks. I'm a summer person through and through! I hate the cold, anything below 70 degrees is not my cup of tea. I'd love to move further south and eliminate winter all together! There is just something about gloomy cold days that make me want to hibernate until the spring flowers start to bud!
In the summer I can wake up to a half-messy home and feel good about going outside, swimming, play-dates, and having fun. But something about the cold that makes that impossible for me. I wake up FREEZING, unable to move from under a blanket! I feed the kids anything that I can grab that doesn't require me to go into the cold kitchen for more than 3 minutes, and in the recliner I stay with a great book and slippers until one of the kids starts hollering for more milk. It is then that I realize that this is my last moment of tranquility I will have the rest of the day! Once my leopard print slipper hits that floor it will never return till the next morning!
Then I'm in full force: changing diapers, baths, burping, changing clothes, filling cups, breaking up fights, getting snacks, wiping mouths and hands, picking up crumbs, feeding babies, changing bed sheets, homeschooling and then fighting them all to take a nap!
Two whole hours of quiet in this house is like the cherry on top of a HUGE banana split! It's amazing if you get to eat it, but if it rolls off onto the dirty floor, it's not good for anyone! Complete silence during the day is very rare. During that nap time I clean, vacuum, do laundry and try my best to clean up the mess that blew-up all over the house that morning. If I'm lucky I might be able to get in the shower; then just when I'm ready to sit back in the recliner and prop up my leopard print slippers, the chair creaks and one by one they emerge. By bedtime I find myself standing in the middle of the living room, surrounded by toys and chaos, trying to remember if I had actually cleaned that afternoon or if I imagined it!
During the summer, it just doesn't seem this way. Everyone is happy, the house stays clean, and it takes less time to get things done! In the winter it takes so much more effort! Maybe because in the winter the only way things feel relaxing is sitting in a candle lit clean house, with a hot cup of tea watching a movie or reading a book. In the winter everyone plays inside all day long, and that relaxing setting is non-existent some days!
This can be so frustrating to me at times! But this morning as my leopard print slippers and I sat in the recliner feeding the baby, I looked up to see my 17 month old climbing up my legs to sit with me. Then to my right came my 3 year old kissing on my 17 month old and settling under my right arm. Then to my left came my 4 year old, talking to the baby laying in my lap and sitting on my left side with her arm around me. It's moments like this that make me want to work so hard around the house for them that I don't get a moment to myself! They are my sunshine on a cloudy day!
In the summer I can wake up to a half-messy home and feel good about going outside, swimming, play-dates, and having fun. But something about the cold that makes that impossible for me. I wake up FREEZING, unable to move from under a blanket! I feed the kids anything that I can grab that doesn't require me to go into the cold kitchen for more than 3 minutes, and in the recliner I stay with a great book and slippers until one of the kids starts hollering for more milk. It is then that I realize that this is my last moment of tranquility I will have the rest of the day! Once my leopard print slipper hits that floor it will never return till the next morning!
Then I'm in full force: changing diapers, baths, burping, changing clothes, filling cups, breaking up fights, getting snacks, wiping mouths and hands, picking up crumbs, feeding babies, changing bed sheets, homeschooling and then fighting them all to take a nap!
Two whole hours of quiet in this house is like the cherry on top of a HUGE banana split! It's amazing if you get to eat it, but if it rolls off onto the dirty floor, it's not good for anyone! Complete silence during the day is very rare. During that nap time I clean, vacuum, do laundry and try my best to clean up the mess that blew-up all over the house that morning. If I'm lucky I might be able to get in the shower; then just when I'm ready to sit back in the recliner and prop up my leopard print slippers, the chair creaks and one by one they emerge. By bedtime I find myself standing in the middle of the living room, surrounded by toys and chaos, trying to remember if I had actually cleaned that afternoon or if I imagined it!
During the summer, it just doesn't seem this way. Everyone is happy, the house stays clean, and it takes less time to get things done! In the winter it takes so much more effort! Maybe because in the winter the only way things feel relaxing is sitting in a candle lit clean house, with a hot cup of tea watching a movie or reading a book. In the winter everyone plays inside all day long, and that relaxing setting is non-existent some days!
This can be so frustrating to me at times! But this morning as my leopard print slippers and I sat in the recliner feeding the baby, I looked up to see my 17 month old climbing up my legs to sit with me. Then to my right came my 3 year old kissing on my 17 month old and settling under my right arm. Then to my left came my 4 year old, talking to the baby laying in my lap and sitting on my left side with her arm around me. It's moments like this that make me want to work so hard around the house for them that I don't get a moment to myself! They are my sunshine on a cloudy day!
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