Counting The Savior’s Fingers And Toes

I have been thinking about Mary and baby Jesus recently. How did it feel to hold him close knowing who he was? As I began pondering these things the birth of Jesus started to come alive in different ways. Other things came to my mind as well.

Since God chose Mary and Joseph to be parents to Jesus, then he has fully equipped you to parent your kids whether they are biological or not. You are needed. You are known.

Remember the babe in a manger. Look at his family. Even he grew up in a blended family. It was not perfect. They were not rich. They loved God and each other. Obedience ran deep in their veins and trust was rooted in their hearts.

Below is a quick story that came from one of my days of pondering, wondering and imagining one of the greatest days in history for all mankind.

As you read, may the birth of Christ become more real to you today.

The dingy, musky air filled with scents of hay and sheep surrounded them. A fire crackled as a pot of water warmed over for Jesus and Mary.

Mary lay back exhausted and uncomfortable. She was trying to get Jesus to latch on for his first meal while Joseph gathered food, and tended to the fire. He would check on her every now and then. She would catch him staring at them in awe.

Jesus cooed and Mary nuzzled her nose into his neck and inhaled the scent of him. She counted his fingers and toes twice over. His eyes had a brightness to them and seemed to have a hue of every color. This was the Savior her people had been waiting their entire lives for.

Her heart could hardly take in that she was chosen to be his Mommy. How does one raise the son of God? She and Joseph did not have much and she bit back tears as she realized their lives were not fit for a king. It humbled her that she was considered worthy for such a task. And now here he was, in her arms, tiny, handsome and needing her. The Savior of the world needed her.

As Joseph finished gathering rags he brought over the warmed water and took care of his family. He could hardly believe that he was to raise the Messiah. He looked perfect in every way. Mary was more beautiful to him than she ever was. There were no words for this moment. Immediately their souls had intertwined and been brought together in a way that no one else in history would ever know.

Only a Savior could do that.

Freedom Fighter

When I hear the word I think of the cowardly lion. The amazing thing about the cowardly lion is that the audience is a witness to his courage before he realizes it. How similar we are to that, aren’t we? While we struggle, others are admiring us before we get around to it.

Courage.

Courage is getting up everyday and loving others whom may never love you in return. You try your best to hug away pain and trauma. You carry peace for the outbursts. Each day holds a similar routine. Each night you cry because you see a glimpse into the horror that sneaks out in your kids reactions. Deep down, you know that if you choose to give in to the darkness or give up, your child will add you to the list of people who did not know how to endure for their sake, for love.

Foster parent. Adoptive parent. Stepparent. Grandma. Grandpa. Aunt. Uncle.

Parent.

Whoever you are, courage is the word that defines you.

We are a witness to your courage even if you are unable to see it in yourself.

Every morning you wake up to love through another day full of trauma unknown, in an attempt to bring freedom. To love someone so deeply that your heart bursts with love despite the ache that seems to grow with each tear that drops from your precious child. At night you exhale, your soul full of exhaustion after the freedom work you just accomplished.

It may not feel like anything has changed but I assure you that your love in one day has done far more than any evil upon your child ever could. That is why you must rise in the morning to do it all over again. You are a freedom fighter.

Courage defines you.

Take courage.

Be still.

The Lord fights for you.

Do Not Fear The Night

The dark, it has a sinister presence.

Have you ever noticed how much your perspective changes in the dark? That chair looks to be an ominous crouching figure. The chair leg stepped in front of you and stubbed that toe of yours. Pain, it is unbearable in that moment.

Putting laughter aside, when we face a season filled with darkness on either side, our perspectives can often get skewed. Some of us begin to doubt the truth we believed in the light. We must get to a place of calm security even when circumstance change and the light seems to dim.

God, mighty God, is never consumed by the darkness but instead He defeats it. He is so strategic that there is no foe that can come close to overtaking Him. What God says happens. He simply has to speak it and it is.

Friend, what darkness are you facing? Are you speaking truth? Perhaps you are yelling it and are slumped over in exhaustion. Why are you striving so hard to win a battle that has already been won?

Your victory is won by God almighty. Yes, you play a role but any hint that the victory is yours to claim for your glory is making yourself an idol. You are not greater than God. By letting go of control and following Gods path of life and light, therein lies your victory. He has it planned out just for you. As you let go more stability will come. No one compares to Him.

Let your enemies laugh thinking they have won. Let them speak lies thinking it does something (it does not). God reigns. He is good. He prepares a full banquet table amidst your enemies. You will not be overcome.

The morning is coming. Look up. Do you not yet see the hints of the sun rise? Wait. Breathe.

Victory is upon the horizon.

All The Praise

Today I must believe that all that has been intended to harm and destroy those I love, will be used for good. I must believe that it will all be turned around as justice prevails.

Worthy is your name, Jesus!

Be exalted high in the heavens.

You deserve all of our praise.

In times of gladness I will praise you.

In times of sadness I will praise you.

I will praise you even as I await for justice.

I will praise you while my hands can accomplish little.

I will praise you through the tears.

I know who you are. You are mighty. You are love. Jesus, my savior.

Please do not delay.

Even if I must wait a little longer than I would like for someone to be rescued, I will still praise you.

You deserve all of the praise.

Thank you for victory!

The Not-So-Little Secret

I know that since the dawn of time individuals have been trying to make truth what they want. Somehow people think that if they just say something or feel something then that is what is true. Like a magic lamp and poof!, truth is what I say it is.

This is a big fat lie! Anyone that lives like this has an agenda whether they realize it or not. That agenda is this: “I get to live however I want and when I want no matter how it hurts others or hurts me. I do not care if it is an abomination to the Creator of love.”

Injustices occur all of the time. Sin destroys people.

Truth exists to set everyone free from the above.

If hatred, anger, vulgar talk, gossip and lies are coming out of your mouth like a venomous snake, let me tell you a not-so-little secret. Truth always wins. Lies will rise to the surface and light will expose what is malevolent.

Be ready to be exposed.

Your game can only be played for so long before justice comes running in to save the ones you are bent on destroying. Love wins. His name is Jesus, perfector of truth and savior for all.

Victory is here.

Roar of Justice

My little family of 3 is worth trudging through the mud for!

Due to our current dynamics (other blended families can relate) we often face ongoing challenges that require a good lifestyle of forgiveness, self-control, patience, joy, peace, kindness, goodness & love. Oh wait, you mean all families should require that too? Uh… Yeah!

Exclusion and slander have become just a normal thing we face on a regular basis (sadly by multiple people). The unfortunate part about this is that our daughter is the one that pays for it. I want to write a book about all of the ways that kids are getting damaged by selfish, deceitful adults who exclude, lie and slander those whose intentions are pure… So stayed tuned for several years about how selfish adults actions affect the next generation & ways to reverse the damage (insert wink emoji here for added light hearted effect which won’t work anyways).

I have reached a point where just pretending to put a smile on my face around these people is not good enough anymore. If you know anything about me I have always struggled when things are not complete, are not reconciled & when injustices continue to occur. I have also come to the realization that I have at times unknowingly partnered with the thief by just sitting back and allowing a heavy cloak of the wrong identity to be placed on me that was never mine. Consider this post a step to break free from the ongoing bondage I unknowingly partnered with.

Is my family worth it? Yes!

Will I continue to attempt to ensure that my family will be included and given time together that they deserve? Yes, just with a different attempt & with those that are in our lives to lift us up. I have every right to protect and guard those I love especially my own husband and daughter.

Here is to victory after victory!

Here is to triumph after triumph!

Hear the roar of justice! He is coming.

Winter is about to end.

Better Than The Lilies

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.

Hallelujah!