I most often hear from the Holy Spirit in the morning. I hate to get out of bed, but once I do, morning is my most favorite time. If we could go back to sleep at 2 p.m., that would be ideal for me. I'm worthless in the afternoon.
But I digress. This morning, with crisp February air stinging and steamy coffee warming, I felt a fresh wave of urgency. I feel this wave often, but it comes on stronger and stronger all the time.
My children are growing. Their hearts and minds are changing minute-by-minute. They ask questions and have experiences that take me by surprise. Is it really already time for this?
Folks. It's already time.
My kids need scripture. I need scripture to give my kids! Life.is.happening. Life requires scripture.
Jesus, give me wisdom and insight to speak just the right scripture at just the right moment to my children. Mold their hearts through Your word. Mold mine. We all need You so badly. Our lives depend on it.
our henry home
Aiming for progress, not perfection.
"...being confident of this, that He who began a good work in you
will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus."
Monday, October 28, 2013
I'm a terrible crafter. I'm the kind of person you think would be a crafter. But when it comes down to it, I have interest in only the sporadic craft, and it better take 30 minutes from set up to clean up.
This truth disappoints me, but I'm slowly learning the kind of project at which I can excel with minimal frustration.
Even so, I'm also starting to think putting my hand to something again and again over a longer period of time may be worth it in some cases. The trouble is twofold: 1) how to know when and 2) having the discipline to trudge on when the gratification is less than instant. I pretty much suck at follow through.
Before me lies, right now, a very obvious turning point. The beginning of the after and end of the before. There are two cords of great importance -- my life's work, to be sure -- waiting to be braided together into what will be my future. They lay long and straight up ahead, beckoning. My move.
I have been frozen. The project is too large. I suck at crafting anything worthwhile, anything that takes every day. I have not been successful at this. To be suddenly aware that my daily choices will carve this outcome whether I like it or not has me heading for the hills.
I am frozen, but... Icicles melt a drip at a time. There is a slow thaw.
Drop by drop a puddle is forming in which I can see my wavy, rippled reflection.
Failed crafter, life carver.
Saturday, October 19, 2013
Do you suppose it's possible to be hanging on by a thread with great certainty that the thread will not break?
To be gasping for breaths while absolutely sure you won't drown?
Is there any way to be making it moment-by-moment with clear hope for the coming breakthrough?
I'll tell you. It is. I'm here.
Firmly here. Sucking in the promise of provision through heaving lungs.
Tuesday, May 21, 2013
Monday, February 11, 2013
Driving into work this afternoon, I heard a Tenth Avenue North song talking about God being there in a variety of moments, and it included this line: "The times when you're hungry and tempted to steal..."
An involuntary, "Mmm..." escaped my lips.
I'm never physically hungry. Certainly not so that I'm tempted to steal food. Praise God for that.
But I hunger in different ways. And I "steal" from places I shouldn't to try to satiate that hunger. It's becoming more and more obvious that when I need rest or refilling, I steal. I shop or browse the internet mindlessly. I obsess about baby things or organizing a closet or homeschooling or any number of other things. I worry.
All of that ends up making my issues worse. I'm hungrier.
Someday, maybe I'll learn. Maybe I'll learn to seek nourishment from where it truly comes.
Knowing and doing... Two very different things.
Help me, Lord, to seek You first and to go with you with my areas of emptiness and lack. I need You to refill me so that I can be poured out again. There are lots of people -- little and big -- who are counting on my ability to count on You.