Friday, May 13, 2011

Recognizing God's Gifts in the Everyday

Ephesians 3:17-19:  May your roots go down deep into the soil of God’s marvelous love; and may you be able to feel and understand, as all God’s children should, how long, how wide, how deep, and how high his love really is; and to experience this love for yourselves, though it is so great that you will never see the end of it or fully know or understand it.

       When I had a 5-year-old, two toddlers, and a husband that traveled, I often felt overwhelmed and alone.  Bitterness slowly crept into my heart like the Angel of Death in that movie, The Ten Commandments. I complained that no one understood me, including my husband, who got to eat at nice restaurants every night while I cleaned peas off the carpet.  With my griping came the guilt that I didn’t fully appreciate the beauty of bedtime prayers and patty-cake, but I came to realize that God sees our faith instead of our faults.  When we throw temper tantrums, God doesn’t condemn us.  Instead He shows us his intense love by meeting us where we are and bringing comfort in the midst of situations that are out of our control.

       I admit those pre-school years were difficult, but I yearn to relive those days at the seashore when I wrapped up my squirming mermaid, smelling of chlorine and sunshine, in beach towels and wrung out her wet pigtails. Recently I jogged past one of those waterparks in which water randomly shoots up out of the ground.  It melted my heart to see a 2-year-old tip-toeing through the maze of spouts and squealing when one erupted.  In contrast, my teenagers, with typical aloofness, regard displaying emotion as the epitome of uncool. I try to shrug it off when they want me at arms-length, but I remember them standing at my feet with their arms raised for a hug.  My heart is still at the park pushing them on the swings.  I’m very grateful for my beautiful, ever-evolving adolescents, but I’m sad that Barbie high heels turned into real ones so quickly.  
  After my run, I plopped down in a chair on the hotel patio, lamenting the end of a cherished phase of my life and the emergence of woeful teenagers and wrinkles.  I closed my eyes, but I felt as if someone was watching me. Glancing up, I saw the blue eyes of a 2-year-old blond angel spying on me inches away.  With his highly-evolved toddler street sense, he judged me as friendly.  I smiled, and he reached out his chubby little hand, not in an impulsive way, but in a deliberate, mature way, and took my hand.  His grip was strong and peculiar, as if he knew me, and he gently led me to a small fountain three feet away.  He squatted on his heels contentedly looking at the shooting spray, and I followed his lead, straining my decrepit knees.  He gazed up at me with an adorable smile that took me back fifteen years when my son used to smile at me with innocent wonder pointing at the ducks on the lake.  When it was time to go, he disappeared with his young mom into the hotel.
  Teary, I wondered why God would use such a cruel means to strengthen my character. Today, when I missed my little ones so much, why would He send this little boy to rub it in?  Soon I felt God whisper, “How long has it been since you felt a little hand in yours?  How long will it be before you feel it again?  I brought this little boy to you because you needed him. My daughter, open your eyes to see the ways I show you my love.”
  I caught my breath, amazed that the Creator of the universe would hear my selfish complaint yet reach down into my everyday life to tenderly demonstrate his unquenchable love for me.  It’s not how I envisioned, but what a holy, sweet surprise. 


  1. I found you! Thanks for visiting my blog. And yes, some days I too am a frazzled mom. With an adult child, a 17 yo son, and a 10 and 7 yo, my life is full. And I work full time. Frazzled, yes! I will definately visit again.

  2. Thanks Barbie - It's nice to know someone other than my circle of friends read my blog! I will visit yours often too.

  3. I have an aunt who's children are grown and like me LOVES babies. After my 4th I asked her, "when does that feeling of not wanting another one stop like every tells me will happen?" She told me, for her it never's always a longing to be holding the hand of a young child. Made me feel better....hope this makes you feel better too. Enjoyed reading your post, I plan to read more!

  4. Unbelievable post! I got so teary eyed when I got to the end -- how you surrendered to the Lord and how you received such beauty.

    Lovely. Simply lovely writing.

    Thank you for linking up with friday favorites. I can truly tell you I was very blessed reading your post!


  5. I am a mom of 4 girls: ages 11, 9, 5, and 2 1/2. Even though I still get to look down at little ones wanting a hug and hold little hands, I am all too aware that these times are brief and swiftly are gone. I am having a hard time being done having children, so I am (almost obsessively sometimes) trying to etch all of these little moments into my mind/heart. Life gets so busy and sometimes patience seems hard to come by, but I am reminded, OFTEN, that God gave me these wonderful blessings to cherish and spend precious time with.....
    Love your blog and am a follower now!

  6. Oh goodness. I can't believe that four sweet women read my blog in the 7 whole days that I've been a part of the Socialmoms group and were so sweet to comment. You don't know how much you've blessed me! So hard to write often because I'm trying to write devotions for high school girls too. Thought it would be easy since I have a 13 and 15-year-old, but SO hard!

  7. What a beautiful post!! :) wow... I was right there with you... and it brought tears to my eyes. Your writing is beautiful!

  8. Paula - Thanks for your comment. I saw your Tune-in Tuesday posts. Great idea! On my most recent blog post, I mentioned two Christian songs that were great. One is a tear-jerker about daughters. I'm having trouble copying and pasting the URL's here, but you can look at the post. Great songs - especially the daughter one.