There is a statement I keep saying this year, “He clothes me better than the lilies.”
This is a significant statement about how I trust the Lord. He has always provided for our needs plus some.
It has been our priority to take care of our daughter first. We pay hundreds a month for her care (even though she rarely sees half of it) and then we make sure she has all she needs in our care. With her constant growth spurts this means that any new clothes for us come not out of our own pockets but as a blessing from others.
I have been blown away in the last month and at scattered times throughout the past year! I practically have a new wardrobe. You may not know but I’ve kept things even as things faded, stunk (sorry armpits), and tore (I still have items from before college). I now can get rid of these because of generous ladies who have shown great love for me. They keep giving me very nice clothes (brands I could not shop for).
I truly believe this great outpouring is because I (my husband too) have gone without for years to ensure our daughter has had clothes to wear. There were moments when we could not even afford to purchase her clothes and the Lord always provided with hand me downs from other families. He has always taken care of us.
We have celebrated this year because we’ve enjoyed shopping for clothes for her. It has given us great joy to be able to do so after many years of struggling. I have not cared that all the clothes money goes to her. She comes first.
Becauseof this I have come to understand how proud God is for how we love our girl. He clothes me better than the lilies because he loves me. Every time I wear a new-to-me item of clothing I feel so much love. I know whose I am. It is a reminder that if God cares enough to clothe me like royalty that all the other impossible and difficult things will come to pass in time.
I know I already gave birth to you.
I know your birth was too soon. Since Dec 18th I know that I will get to hold you in my arms someday.
This weekend would have been the time I would have brought you into this world and cradled you close. Your due date was July 15th (give or take a few, I am sure). I would have counted every finger and toe. I would have kissed your cheeks. I would have marvelled at every movement and sound from you.
But my arms are empty and Heaven seems too far away today.
Your birth had a purpose that I am still waiting for. I know the purpose and the blessing that comes with it.
Life as I know it now is full of much more hope because of you. I love deeper, bigger and wider.
You are loved and I know that you know this the best out of anyone because you reside with Love now.
Happy “unofficial” birthday dear one!
Something heavy on my heart are the power of words. With my job, too often I see kids walk through our doors beat up from the words and actions of adults in their life. Kids come in with heads hung low or hiding deep wounds made by someone’s tongue.
Choose your words wisely. Your words can either help someone or hinder them. The same can be said about yourself.
The words one hears; the words spoken over someone, to someone, and about someone all become a part of the individual who is being spoken to. If these words are damaging, unfortunately it becomes a part of them.
Parents and family members, if you are trash talking another person that is related to your children, keep in mind that you are hurting your children. Your temporary pleasure of acting out in anger is not worth the abuse on your children’s heart and soul.
Choose to love. Stop the words of hate from exiting your mouth.
You were made to live in a way that helps and blesses others, especially your children, who are here to carry the legacy you leave behind.
What will your legacy be?