Sometimes on Saturday mornings I wake up and imagine those billboards- you know the ones you see when traveling along the interstate for an upcoming hotel. The ones with a happy couple cuddling on an all white bed with fluffy white pillows, their feet sticking out from under an all white sheet.
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It has been six days since our sweet baby boy was born. For those who may not know, our son was born at 36 weeks and 3 days. I cannot describe how blessed we feel to have been able to bring him home only three days after his birth. We are so thankful to the Lord for this and to all of you who were praying for him and continue to pray for him. Not once did he go into NICU, but for a relatively short time he was on oxygen.
Our son was put on oxygen for five hours in the nursery immediately after being born. By then, I was terribly missing my baby and was blessed to be feeling well enough to walk to go and visit him with my husband in the nursery.
My husband and I stood next to him, gently touching his hands and speaking with the nurses. (As I watched him, I gained a greater understanding of the many hymns we have sung in church describing God’s Spirit to the air we breathe.) After a short time visiting, one of the nurses informed us that they would bring him to me to try and nurse and so we left and waited in our room.
When the nurse brought him to me she said something so amazing I just had to share it. She said, “You know his heart rate had been in the 170s from delivery. But after ya’ll left it went right down to 130. It was like all he needed to settle down was to hear your voice.” She then handed him to me and said, “I think all he needs right now is you.”
If you are a parent, I want to encourage you today to never underestimate the impact that your presence has on your children. Visit them in their room. Reach out and touch them. Let them hear your voice and know you are there. Let them feel the presence of their Heavenly Father through YOU. Your presence in their life is what matters most and it very well may be all they need.
I recently heard that old, classic cliche of “Better safe than sorry.” I have been thinking about it for some time now.
“Better safe than sorry” is not always true. I cannot tell you how many times my husband and I have heard from older couples how they wish they would have had more children. Why didn’t they? Because they played it “safe.” For this same reason, my husband and I have known many young couples, deeply in love and committed to each other, but waiting for a “safer” time to get married.
Yes, we should use wisdom and consider our circumstances, but when we allow our circumstances to prevent us from following the plan that the Lord has placed in our heart, we are not better off at all. We are perfectly positioning ourself in a safe little bubble, where the glorious and unimaginable will never be seen.
I thank God that my husband and I got married when we did. I was only nineteen years old. I thank God that we were blessed with our first son when I was only 20 and have continued to have children as we have felt led. I cannot imagine my life without any of them and I anxiously await to see the glorious, unimaginable, face of our sixth child.
Not every person is meant to get married young, or have six children. God has a unique plan for us all. What matters most is that we follow God’s plan. We pray and obey. We don’t “play it safe.” We play by faith.
It is not always easy. Sometimes it is down-right painful. But I can honestly say that in the end, I have never been sorry for the steps I have taken walking in faith. Those are the steps, that when I look back at my life, have mattered most.
Tired of playing it safe? Try playing by faith. You will not be sorry that you did.
My husband just sent me a text before heading out.
It was not long, just a simple, “I love u I am leaving”
As I read his text, I could not help but thank God for a husband who is constantly giving to me the gifts of his words.
Your words are priceless. They may seem short spoken, or perhaps even unnecessary, but they can be breaths of life into the hearts of those who you love.
Do you give the gift of words enough? Do you check in with your spouse often just to say, “I love you,” and to let him or her know where you are?
No, you don’t need to, and that is exactly what makes those words the priceless gift that they are. They are the gifts of comfort and reassurance. They are the gift of love.
Give the gift of words and as you do perhaps you can consider, that this gift is the most precious gift that God gave to you.
Have a blessed Sunday friends. May you be blessed and bless others with the gift of words.John 3:16, John 1:1-5
Driving in the car yesterday I found myself frustrated and saddened as I considered Christmas. I have given money into every red bucket near a ringing bell- in an effort to help others acquire the items they need or desire. I have heard over and over again from my children (and others around me) their own lists of desires. I have even been walked to the aisles where they are found. I have been asked how many more days until Christmas is, countless times over- in anxious anticipation of the day when the gifts will arrive. And in all of it I cannot help but feel like this is not what Christmas is all about.
Christmas is about Jesus- The Creator of mankind becoming a man so that He could be with us. That is what Jesus wanted for Christmas- simply to be with us. But what do we want?
I have a friend who recently lost her father. I know if I were to ask her what she would want more than anything else for Christmas this year she would say simply to be with her father.
“And he will be called Immanuel (meaning God is with us).”
Mom kept the kids last night. Hubby woke up early to serve at Men’s Breakfast at the church. He headed out the door, Bible and bags in hand. Sweet silence… Phone rings. Hubby’s voice, “I forgot the pancakes.” My response: “Fast and Pray.”
I just read a joke posted on Facebook that absolutely angered me. It was called “Italian Pregnancy.”
Should you choose to look it up- Be Warned- there is language and content that may offend you.
Perhaps what angered me more than the joke itself, or the offensive language, were the numerous “likes” by men and women to this joke. I cannot imagine these people “liking” a post about a dad prostituting his daughter but essentially that is what this joke is. When a society laughs it up over the bargaining of a young woman’s body, condoned by her father- to me, that is scary.
Have we as a society so lost the value of a young woman? Have we no respect for our daughters?
My daughters are worth far more than retail stores, town houses, beach front villas, and factories. They are worth far more than millions upon millions of dollars. They are worthy of waiting for and worthy of life-long commitment and faithfulness in marriage. God protect the man that would ever approach my husband with such an offer…