All Seriousness Aside . . .

So our dear friends from WA were here.
Good times. Good times.
Now you might not think it to look at him, but my hubby loves him some babies, and when he thinks no one is paying attention, he is apt to tell me to fork over innocent babe and give him a quick hug. He loves to talk to babies, and speaks to them as if they are adults, after all they will be adults someday. <wink>
As I was holding sweet baby boy for my dear friend, who was out of the room, my hubby saw his opportunity to have his first heart to heart with this sweet babe. 

He cuddled him, with a mushy gooshy look in his eyes. Then a wave of seriousness washed over him and he sat this budding man on his knee.
His voice became low and serious.
Sternness spread in the crinkles of his brow.
"Now, just remember," he said, "that we are those that pisseth against the wall."
I looked at him sideways and started laughing hysterically.
Why should I have thought anything different would come out of my King James Bible reading hubby.
Luckily, our friends have a great sense of humor and laughed heartily at my hubbies antics.
God wants us to have joy and laughter.
No shortage of laughter here . . .

1 Samuel 25:22

So and more also do God unto the enemies of David, if I leave of all that pertain to him by the morning light any that pisseth against the wall.

I Keep Missing Him

I held sweet baby boy, 4 months big, beautiful, healthy, whole.

He smiled sugar kisses at me, and I was smitten.
He was my friends sweetness.
And I missed John.
I keep thinking that the missing will float away,
but it lingers.
And I hope for him, but he is with Eternity.
Sweet sugar kisses smiling,
I long to see his.
I wait, and I miss, and I hope.
And I am certain of what I hope for,

I am certain of Eternity.

Out of the Mouth of Babes

I was frustrated. No one moved fast and much was to be done.
"Hurry up!" I barked.
Two year olds cried, 4 year olds tantrumed,
and olders waited for instruction.
I kept barking.
At least that's what I call the nonsense that comes out of my mouth when I am frustrated.
Bark bark and then the look on their faces of how can I please you . . .
and I soften, humbled.
Pulled round my table I look at them, eyes wide, tears dried,
I ask, "What do you think the problem is?"
And James, my wise beyond his years old soul child, says,
"Mom, the problem is you . . . and us."
I laughed, because he is right. The problem is always myself and others.
We are fallen, sinful, imperfect beings, struggling to be better,
and struggling with selfishness.
A conundrum at best, this soul fights hard to live righteously.
But I know, that I cannot ever be righteous,
it is only His righteousness that lives in me,
by grace.
And oh how I need His grace.
So, I quiet my bark, speak soft and smile,
and love the problems.

When Lust is Laughing At You (A Book Review)

I know a man, a brave man, one who loves the Lord, desires to do whatever he possibly can to glorify Him, and is willing to put it all on the line to do so.
It is not easy to admit a failing, a fault. It is not easy to share the dark corners. But, oh, how sweet it is when light is shed, sin exposed, and redemption occurs.
Pornography is prevalent everywhere. Even in the Church.
It is a sin that so many struggle with and it affects every nook and cranny of their lives and the lives of those around them.
It takes someone brave, someone in love with the Lord, to overcome this addiction and then pursue helping others to overcome it as well.
This book is an account of just that. Healing. It has his personal experience and the tools to use to pursue a path of wholeness and purity.
So if you or someone you love is struggling with this overwhelming addiction, I highly recommend you heading over to Amazon and buying, Porn, Purity and Pickles.

A Morning Of Thanksgiving

I woke to my two year old smiling kisses at me,
a husband who rushed to go to his favorite golf course after a sweet morning chat,
coffee steaming creamy in my cup,
sun rising over the pasture fields seen through my bay window,
thoughts of the friend who is dropping her two beloveds to my house this morning,
school books piled precious, waiting for their first days duties,
a shirt that clung now hangs loose,
laundry cleaned, folded and waiting,
the Lord whispering goodness.
my heart beating joy.

The Permeating Aroma of Death

I have an unhealthy reaction whenever an accident happens,
I am afraid that my children are going to die.
A wound that is of little consequence, a mere Band-Aid and Tylenol, can fix,
sometimes becomes the beginning of an end in my mind.
Sometimes this fear is so burdensome that I have to call a friend to ask if my child is going to die from this. I know the answer is no, logically, of course no, but my spirit is sickened and poisoned by this fear that faces me. I cannot imagine the burden of facing another goodbye to the small hands and feet I cherish so much.
I have just recently started to reach out to a dear friend, and confide this grip. And it grips me darkly.
I wonder how long grief and it's consequences will plague my heart. I pray for His mercy and His mind often.
I do not know if anyone else faces this phobia, or if it is just ridiculous for me to even bring it up. But, I do know that Satan loves to keep us in silence, in bondage. If we don't step out from his grasp, give voice to our pain and declare His truth, we will never have freedom. So, tonight I make this step of voicing some of the dark, and I wonder if maybe, just maybe, I will be released. I also pray, that if someone else struggles with this that they would know they are not alone, and that the ugly, the wild, the warped, does not have to overcome.

Romans Chapter 8 Verses 35-39 KJV

Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword?

As it is written, For thy sake we are killed all the day long; we are accounted as sheep for the slaughter.

Nay, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him that loved us. For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.

 

 

Satan, wants more than anything, to use John's death as a stumbling block to my faith, to destroy the faith of my family, and to poison the unbelieving minds of those close to us. He will try and trick me any way he can. But! I know that the Word is a weapon, and that it brings truth.

 

Hebrew Chapter 4 Verse 12

For the word of God is quick, and powerful, and sharper than any twoedged sword, piercing even to the dividing asunder of soul and spirit, and of the joints and marrow, and is a discerner of the thoughts and intents of the heart.

 

And I know that when I am too weak, too broken to speak out His Words, His Power, His Glory, that He intercedes on my behalf.

 

Romans Chapter 8 Verses 26-27

Likewise the Spirit also helpeth our infirmities: for we know not what we should pray for as we ought: but the Spirit itself maketh intercession for us with groanings which cannot be uttered. And he that searcheth the hearts knoweth what is the mind of the Spirit, because he maketh intercession for the saints according to the will of God.

 

 

This is a mighty God I serve,

and I will walk the path He has prepared.

To Him be all the glory.