Seeing moments of each day in the light of his glory & grace.

"Always- before the King of Kings- Bowing"-
the willow


Saturday, January 10, 2015




" I like that Jesus name. It's so beau-ful."

"Z" was complaining about discomfort in his arms.

 "Mom, I'm skatching too much", he said. 
I told him to get the ointment. As I applied it to his arm I said,

 "It'll be ok, In Jesus name."
He looks at me and goes,

"In Jesus name? I like that Jesus name. It's so beauful."

Yes Z, yes it is.

*Cue heart flutter.*

Thursday, January 8, 2015

The service and the gift


And Hilkiah, and they that the king had appointed, went to Huldah the prophetess, the wife of Shallum the son of Tikvath, the son of Hasrah, keeper of the wardrobe; (now she dwelt in Jerusalem in the college:) and they spake to her to that effect. 2 Chronicles 34:22

Meet Huldah.. In just one verse we are introduced to her by various "hats" that she wears simultaneously each day:
1. Prophetess
2. Wife
3. keeper of the wardrobe*


There are two things that caught my attention- one I did not notice until now as I listed her roles she plays.

The role of Prophetess links her to God. This is first. The role of wife links her to her family. This is second.  I believe it is not mere coincidence that the scripture lists these roles in the order that it did.

*Side note: I'll admit, I originally read the verse as attributing to Huldah the role of "keeper of the wardrobe. this was number three on my list, which I have since scratched after reading the verse a few times over. Still interesting that if this were so, this would be third, putting service to the house of God after family. (Also the reason why I alluded to washing the robes so much below in the post- but I digress : )


The second thing I notice is this. Her service as a wife does not take away from God's desire or ability to use her as a prophetess. 

It is easy to get caught up in titles, and think because God uses me in a certain arena I can not possibly be expected to "wash the robes". 

On the other hand, one can get so caught up in the earthly ministry of washing robes or being a wife and mother, that they feel they are not worthy to be used by God in a spiritually impacting way. 

Both of these schools of thought are far from the truth. God wants to use us. In order to use us we must be humble, meekly surrendered to his will and not our own. 
We must be available. It is not him using our power and abilities. Rather, it is God exercising His power through us. 

We do not have to fear being unworthy or unequipped. 
Neither should we think for a second that anything God does through us has anything to do with what we bring to the table.

God wants us not just as gifted, or as servers. He wants us to be gifted servers, serving God to serve his people.


"and those members of the body, which we think to be less honourable, upon these we bestow more abundant honor...that there should be no schism in the body..." 1 Corinthians 12:24-25


Monday, December 22, 2014

Talkin' to Jesus

"Jesus," Z started so matter-of-factly. Then he turned to me to explain before he continued, "I'm paying to the Lord for the rain cuz, it's raining and, I want to go outside." The he turns back to the glass doors. We had all been watching the rain pour in sheets in a sudden down pour. He began again. "Thank you Jesus for the rain, so i can go outside. Amen." He gave himself an approving head nod and jumped down from the chair to go on to his next exploit. I laughed to myself at his childlike prayer. Did he realize what he was praying about? And wait, was he praying that the rain would stop so he cold go outside? or was he being thankful for the rain, wanting to go outside and play in it? I shrugged it off realizing it really didn't matter. He felt it was prayer-worthy. So he talked to Jesus about it.

Just a few short hours later, I overheard him get upset at his brother.  "Thank you Jesus, Thank you Jesus, Thank you Jesus." He repeated to calm down. I chuckled as I realized he was replicating one of my calm down tactics. Often he will see me look up and say " Thank you Jesus", several times in a row. To this he always asks, "Mommy are you OK?" It usually takes me by surprise and makes me laugh. Seeing his response to  his present frustration - giving thanks-  really pricked my heart. He took his frustrations to the Lord.

Still later that same  day J was crying his usual cranky cry. Z is always so concerned with J's well being, and always empathetic with his tears. I walked around the corner and caught him trying to console him by patting him on the back, and saying "Shh, shh don't cry J, don't cry." Then he sighs and says "Jesus, can you please help J stop cwying. Please Jesus. Amen." My heart melted.

I swooped in and picked up baby J, thinking back over the various prayers that Z prayed throughout the day. I marveled at the ease at which he prayed. I pondered at the normalcy of how he addressed the Lord. Just like he would say  mommy, or daddy, or one of his siblings names- "Jesus", he'd call.

How often do we call Jesus only when we think it's prayer worthy?
The thing is God denotes every moment of our lives as prayer worthy. He beckons us to acknowledge Him in all our ways so he can direct our paths. He instructs us to  be anxious for nothing, but in everything make our requests known to God, that we may have peace that passes all understanding.

Let's run to Jesus with our every moment like a child to daddy, and let him be the source rather than the resource of our joy and peace.