The Speechless Child

Most recently the Lord has been dealing with me regarding some "unpleasantries" from my past. Things from childhood that I thought I had long since outgrown, which I'm beginning to see I really just tried to outrun. Things that have shaped me into who I am today, both good and bad. I had an adolescent dream to become a Christian Child Psychologist knowing inside it was just because I knew first hand that there are experiences we have that we can't sometimes put into words; things we can't deal with on our own and can't truly express. Obviously, as I've aged I've come to know just how true that is and I've also come to know that my "dream" I thought I had was really just a way for me to escape dealing with my own life experiences by becoming an advocate for the little ones who are so misunderstood.

Well, I'm 35 and not a psychologist. I'm beginning to view myself as a "lifeologist". What freedom I have found of late to be able to use my life experiences to glorify God. And, what a blessing to know that I'm still living a life of experience for which He is continually allowing me to share and witness. I have been given much. And as I've heard so many times, to whom much is given much is required. There is a responsibility that comes from experience that many tend to forget - SHARING IT! What I have gone through, what I am going through, what I will go through in life are all things that I need to allow the Lord to use to relate to my brothers, sisters, neighbors.

As a child, I could not utter even a word due to horror or timidity or mere lack of vocabulary. As an adult, I must realize that I'm not a speechless child, I am the daughter of the one who created speech. I'm not alone in this world, I was created for relationship both with my Creator and His creation. And, when all else fails (ha!) I can utter nothing in His face and He understands me perfectly! So for those of you out there who just need to lay it all out, but you don't know the words to say, "there is One who intercedes on your behalf with utterances too lofty for words."

Sky Painting

I've really been trying to make sure we incorporate God's love into the "everyday" things we take for granted. I want Caroline to see that He has displayed His love for us everywhere. And now, she's teaching me . . .

She woke up next to me the other morning (Art was out of town so I let her sleep with me) and the first thing out of her mouth was, "Mommy, God painted the sky so pretty!" I almost lost it! How precious that the first thing on my 2.5 year old's mind as she awakened to a new day was God's pretty display of love He painted in the sky. If we could only remember that every moment of every day. Too precious for words!