The Mighty Hands of God Create the Most Wonderful Storms
The Mighty Hands of God Create the Most Wonderful Storms
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Today is Tuesday 8/13/2013. It is a beautiful day, full of potential, clean air and light clouds. Today, I am diving into a question; If when your child asked you a question about anything, that when you spoke your words would come across such that the love, tenderness and fullness of their meaning would come across each time. That the answers you give are in stone. Truth. No need to visit it again, for you answered the question and as a parent you have the correct and only answer. Would you want that?
Teach them to your children, talking about them when you sit at home and when you walk along the road, when you lie down and when you get up. Deuteronomy 11:19
I want my children to understand what I am sharing with them, as an answer to their question is open for interpretation and discussion. I want them to question, to test and try to understand the minutia in the everyday tedium that will grow wild without tending, without examination. I desire for their learning from analyzing, from searching their own minds, seeking the truth in my words as well as others in books or in life that have different answers to the same questions. In order to accept and live with a Truth, one must first sharpen the pencil.
Life is a series of teachable moments, we are given a pencil with one end sharpened and the other with an eraser, so that we can continue to grow, learn become more and more precise in our understanding as we go. Life is not written in ink, only the indelible moments for those in-between we can erase and modify our conclusions
I do not want to say “Never Hit, for it is wrong to strike another. Turn the other cheek.” Then have my children blindly accept that as fact, and in turn mold themselves to a resolve of believing that Hitting is wrong “Always” one must turn the other cheek, PERIOD.
I want my children to believe me, honor my words and my experience. I also desperately want them to ask questions. Why, can we not strike another if the situation is “A” or “B” ?? I think the act of asking questions, testing the waters not only lets us as parents set needed boundaries, it is those questions that give our children the chance to learn something in their way, through their questions, they’re seeking the truth that will lead them to honoring what we have given them as advice and as lessons to live by, also a way for them to accept it because they came to the same conclusion through their own devices.
Today, this question. I raise my children to know Mom is always there for anything. They know all they have to do is ask. They also know that questioning something is natural, human and above all the only way we can feel confident within ourselves that it is truly the answer we were seeking. “Teach your children” Teach, not dictate – teach the act of learning, to learn we must first question.
Through these paths of learning one may find the building of ones character imminent.
I have often wondered if the phrase Light a Fire under “It” if you want it to get done. Have you ever realized how that is great advice! I mean yeah, tell someone if you want something to happen don’t just sit there, light the fire and make it happen!! Now take a step back and look at that through a mirror – the dishes the pile of papers for filling, an endless array of personal items that need a Large Fire under them, yet your personal wood always seems wet and way too hard to light. I really wonder why that is? I wake up wanting to accomplish all items to be done in world. I even love discussing the night before the grand plans I have to make my house more mine the next day. Problem is I forget how to keep the fire lit. I have accomplished some great goals, I have even made strides in taking my health into my own hands and working toward being more capable than ever before. So what is the secret behind getting things done for yourself and your goals? I really want to know.
I know that if the “Mother or Mother-in-Law” calls suddenly the house is amazingly clean in about thirty minutes. If you have a friend stopping by for tea, you have made small snacks hot water and a clean nice place to sit and chat. There are even Saturdays where Husbands and Wives go crazy and accomplish amazing amounts of items before the end of the day! What happens then?
Are we trained to desire something great, a clean space then something takes that ability that motivation and squashes it like a bug before the project is complete? Having been inside the four walls of my home for a solid eighteen months. I have nothing but a desire to simplify down to nothing. I really want to have love, grace and a clean home. Beds made, laundry done, the smell of amazing food wafting through the air and the smile of my family as they enjoy their home because of the comfort within.
So being “lit” from underneath is amazing!! Problem arises when the phone rings a friend stops by, the kids want/need/desire to spend quality time. You are just tired and want to sit and watch a show. Or in my case the body I once loved and was proud of, has in this season given me nothing but limited ability to accomplish the goals I so desire to complete!
I do notice that if you get angry for a large understood reason or for a small nobody knows why reason that many things get done right the first time and in a super fast way!! You can lift things or rearrange items that usually you couldn’t even move – where does this strength come from? is it strength or is it pure determination equaling more quality being done through the simple frustration of the soul working through the vessel of your hands!
A very wise woman told me recently that sometimes people make themselves “Accept” that they are not worthy of coming home to a clean home, a made bed, a clean kitchen and fresh laundry. That they give all sorts of excuses of daily life to push themselves down to a place where their eyes actually see a mess they are not able to clean and a belief that they can never change this. I am living proof that I have been on both sides and falling into the “It’s too much” is a much wider path than that of ten minutes per room each day that is actually less than an hour a day – An Hour A Day and Amazing your home is fresh happy and everyone feels better about the house No!, They feel better about there day, days to come, the obstacle that was to hard to overcome yesterday is easy as pie now. Amazing – Very True!
So the more I think about it the more I come to the conclusion that; One – We are a result of the environment around us, i.e. if we were raised where the beds were always made and the house was put together but the family was sterile that we have a tendency to put less stock in cleanliness or Home tidiness than if our home was Clean and Beds made etc. and our families were always together laughing loving, doing life! That tells our brain that not only is it possible to have an amazing happy family but that the home around us will also reflect that inside us. I believe the reverse is possible or even more probable as well. If we were raised in a dirty, no care find your own cleanest dirty pair of cloths environment. This home may be happy and go go go all the time or it may be as dirty as the items around it. In this situation, we may overcompensate and live the life where you can never leave your home unless its pristine – just incase you never made it home “What would people think of you”. The reverse can also repeats itself, the value that you are not worthy of a clean environment is so impressed on your psyche that you continue that going forward in your life.
Do you have the urge to clean when angry? when you see a cleaning product commercial? when your very upset? cannot sleep? in love? I think we do, we have to have something to keep our brains busy on besides the current item of thought. Now if we could just take that motivation and turn it into a daily activity that not only creates beauty but emulates beauty within yourself.
I after being stuck in bed and staring at the four walls around me have found that I am stronger, happier, more fulfilled even able to accomplish more mentally when my house is clean. I am blessed to have a product called a Neato – it is a vacuum that operates on its own, sensors have it avoid objects. It has a clear canister so you never lose anything. it does the entire house, carpet, wood floors whatever you have. It also maps your home, so if it has to go back to the charger mid cleaning it does, charges then goes back to where it left off and keeps cleaning! Okay yes it is Awesome!! This is something that gave me not only the ability to clean my home. This and having the children excited about making their beds “You can do it” and cleaning their bathroom has made this process so much easier.
I have found it freeing to go through the Tupperware cupboard and throw away 99% of the items. I put the lids on each container and filled two shelves. I never anticipate needing more than two shelves of Tupperware at any given time. So why was I keeping it??? Bye Bye – Oh and the question “Mommy, Daddy; How do you get a Junk Drawer?” . Well lets just say all the little this and that’s everywhere that have no purpose or people even know is there has vacated, now realize I am full of muster and motivation.
The Pain I deal with daily is more that anyone should and in order to keep my mind from turning me into swiss cheese I have to do something. Small projects, 10-20 minutes at a time and then rest. You would be amazed – I bet I accomplish more than someone who goes non stop for four hours.
So my question is to you: Do you think you are worthy to come home to a clean house?
Do you believe that Family is more important that keeping your house clean, that doing one will only take away from the other?
Do you have any special ideas of ways you do things that keep you motivated to clean your house?
Do you agree with me that Emotion on any heightened level will motivate us to do many things and if our house is lucky at that moment it receives the Love?
Do you have any ideas on keeping the motivation going on projects between day A and day B?
I look forward to your opinions. Today was one of those days my body did not want to participate in anything, especially moving/cleaning even scrapbook?!? Then something happened, that emotion that large emotion had me go crazy on the fist floor of our house. I currently am sitting here hopping the throbbing pain goes away fast so that I may enjoy the work I accomplished. For me and my family – We are worth it. we are worth a clean home, a happy face and above all as much Love and Laughter as possible!!
Mom – Friend, enemy, place to blow your nose, place to hold your tears, your fears, your safe haven. Someone to call 24/7 even by screaming your name down the hall. Someone who comes to every game, event, play, fair, reading bowl, track meet, swim meet. Someone to sing you to sleep, rock you to sleep, feed you at 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9am and smile as you wake the next morning. Mom changes diapers that have nothing but toxic substances in them and stuck on you. She ties your shoes, buttons your pants, your shirt, braids your hair, straightens your hair, cuts your hair, dyes your hair. Eats ice cream with you when its been a bad day, places the magic boo boo kisses on knees, elbows, shoulders, foreheads, noses, and has fun band aids. Mom makes the pest tea party guest, breakfast maker, lunch maker, dinners too. Mom will wear the most outrageous outfit if you ask her to, go to loud concerts, stand in line four hours to get tickets to a concert, movie,theme park. She will go with you when you have to see the doctor hold your hand when you have to get a shot, an xray a brace, have surgery. She’s the last one you see at night smiling saying I love you, the first in the morning with the same words. She smells like a mixture of powder and a flower you just cannot make out. Mom will make any meal even if she has to go back out to the store if her baby “needs it” she stays up way late for last minute notices on I need Cookies, brownies, rice crispy treats, or any other 22-26 person item for the next day. Mom always says yes to popcorn at the movie and no to all the extras at the grocery store. She always gets teary when she talks about your birth, you growing up, first day of school, last day of school, moving out, falling in love. Mom is the first person you call when you passed the test, met “The” guy, got in a wreck, got lost, got scared, needed a ride. Mom listens always, mom gives always Mom Loves Always. Mom is a Friend, sometimes it feels like the enemy but really just a bundle of love passing it on kiss by kiss and hug by hug.
When I think about the last few months I am drawn to reflect on God‘s unwavering grace. I have had moments of complete Joy, I have seen the way the crest of a wave disperses on a shell filled beach, instantly changes the heart of a child from excitement to awe, unbridled wonder. I have shared tears within my own private four walls, over the loss in a season of my life. Knowing that regardless of the future that this season will never come again, never the same. The next, something anew fortified, stronger, weaker… different.
Seasons of life they teach us not only the lows that we can feel, also the strength we gain through trusting in God. Reach inside pull out the courage, love and grace that you never knew was there. This season has brought me through another ten amazing christian novels. My love for the written word has grown over and over as I read new pages new authors. I find new places in my heart that needed to grow and the words I read became the seeds.
It’s just a Season people say; you will get through it. Trust in God with all your Heart and He will lead your path straight. I believe this sitting here on my couch typing this blog, yet when I think about going to the kitchen to refill my coffee, or to head to the office to grab a book, I feel stranded, alone, forgotten…. It is humbling to go from running in the water with your children, to wishing you had spent the last five years buffing up your upper body strength. Just so you could lift your inoperative body into a wheelchair, or on to a medical bed. I cherish the nights with my spouse, walking down the hall and kissing my children goodnight or singing the song they Love to Hate to wake them in the morning. Yet I have stumbled again, no rhyme or reason. This time both of my legs have decided to leave on hiatus. Upstairs is a current memory, one I want to make a reality again, now. Yet in the midst of this stumbling, I choose to Follow, in the midst of this I choose to surrender again. ~ “Take My Life and Let It Be, All for You and for Your Glory, Take My Life and Let it Be Yours” – (Chris Tomlin) This song plays in my head like the constant rhythm of the waves urging me to never forget even if my footsteps are nothing but faint memories in the present, God in His mighty Love, in His endless calling for us to follow, is the strength within me! I am a grain of sand in His hands of mercy. He is not testing me to pull me farther from Him, He does not create the pain the suffering or the endless questions and longing for a reason Why??? Now Please hear me, for if I am anything I am only that because of He who has made me! My God is standing in the Gap between my lack of strength and my earnest urge to survive, persevere and be a shinning light for someone walking in a world where darkness seems to have taken hold.
Today is a gift. I cherish the smells, sounds and laughter I am enjoying. The other night My Husband our youngest daughter and I had a small family movie night. We watched “The Life of Pi“ Wow, what a movie, book – This story of Life, Loss and the gift of believing in God who will never forget you even if you don’t understand how He could have placed you in the situation you are in. Movies that share this are a blessing in today’s society. God shows over and over how He never abandons us and when we continue to surrender not long for ourselves to be in complete control. God provides in His timing always in His unique marvelous ways! – A small side note: Although the movie was rated PG be sure your child is ready for some graphic animal violence scenes before renting the 3D version. (i.e.) I give the movie **** 1/2 stars only because they had two small errors in filming (yes I catch that small stuff). Spending time together watching a movie or eating dinner, these moments are a treasure I will hold with both hands and a full overflowing heart.
Today keeps tearing at the fabric I have knitted around my heart. I have learned over time that trials regardless of the reasons they will help us grow are faith and bring us closer to the creator, we only have to be open to His gift. I being human, being an emotional variety of the female gender, find that trials can make you stronger or leave you weaker. So many times in my life I’ve been told “In this Business, In this situation, In light of these circumstances, Now that you have survived, overcome, achieved, been awarded, invited too, in today’s times : YOU NEED TO GROW A THICK SKIN” I just want to clarify, this blog is my way of sharing a set of unforseen circumstances in my life. Those circumstances have given me the nudges I have needed to grow and learn a multitude of things I had not known before. I see God in the wind now, I see God in the flowers outside my window, that I planted there five years ago. I have enjoyed watching it grow. Today I am not able to go outside touch it, take photos of the bees burrowing inside the buds, drenching their bodies with a fine perfect layer of pollen to carry back to the hive and dropping some on many needed plants along the way. I am able to see them through the window, I praise God for that. I will not “Grow a Thick Skin” not any thicker that it is today. I believe wholeheartedly that God created me this way as a perfect representation of one unique part of Him. For we in the Glory of our imperfect selves are made in His image, by His hand. I believe He sees our/my image as a perfect reflection, not something that needs hardening by the trials we are given, but rather to watch us bloom and carry our own pollen/knowledge to the next trial in our life, only to drop pollen, drop love, friendship, wisdom, and experiences to those around us along the way. So I use this blog to share books that I love, items I have come across that I have found indispensable and believe that you would find indispensable as well. I also will share some of my trials and my experiences with you. In that, perhaps you may experience encouragement, knowledge, wonder and a growth of your own Faith.
This is my place of refuge, a place to share little pieces of life that I am unable to express any other way. Perhaps this will shed some light – I woke this morning to my hands being so swollen that they matched my legs and feet, swollen bubbles with knobs on the end for digits. My arms are unable to operate the wheelchair well. I found the desire to cry almost unbearable. It is not so much my body giving me a war I am still learning to fight, it is that my children had to see mom struggle to pack their lunch and send them off to school. Rather than lose myself in the fear of this situation, I chose to go to the window open it wide and watch the birds gather worms, the wind rustle up the underside of the growing magnolia. I could smell the rosemary on the breeze and when I leaned forward-looking hard I could barely see that our blueberry bushes are starting to bloom. I watched God this morning! Instead of surrendering to the tears over fear, I instead surrendered myself to God’s earthly wonderland, watching it work piece by piece in perfect unison. I’m blessed to be part of that plan, God’s plan in all it’s wonder. The trial I am currently struggling with will teach me something I was unaware of before. I believe I will see God’s face even clearer for the journey. I will see a rainbow and cry my tears that God loves us, will never leave us; NEVER. He has given me strength to share my struggles with you. From the nudges He has sent my way recently, I have found the courage to share with you. May my journey give you strength in your life whatever you may be walking through with God now.
Well after 18 months of everything under the sun, I/We made it back to church last Sunday and we are going today! I have to say it is much-needed. I pray I make the connections that I was unable to make last time, so that if things go south, I have a Church Family to lean on!.
The Rain on the windows was beautiful today even the birds thought it light for we watched a Bluejay and a Robin hunting for worms for at-least ten minutes. These are the moments I savor.
God has carried my for what seems like forever – I am glad I am able to start to give back in small ways to the Kingdom, by readings, writing and sharing the Good News! I say if it were not for the love of church in the South, I may never of heard the knocking that was happening on my door. Its been a little over thirteen years now, Wow! I would not trade one moment.
I have learned everything happens in perfect timing – His Timing. I have learned that surrendering everyday brings peace beyond understanding. I have learned that family is a word used for those you can share your love of God with!!
Off to Church I go – A little note for you – May God Bless you with the Love and Charity He has blessed my family with, and May He was their in your darkest hour. Remember you will not see Him there until the rainbow is shinning on the other side of the valley! Oh but such a beautiful site. That being said I will continue to Praise Him in this storm, knowing His perfect timing is at work in my Life!
Blessings to All!
With all the Babies that have graced my family and extended family and friends, I only think it fair to take time to research as much as possible the ins and outs of No GMO, No Gluten foods. The best homemade recipes. Dr. Denmark. Organic cloths, and toys. The way baby foods are made from scratch. The old-fashioned way in the trays in the freezer or the new machines that make food from fresh veggies right they’re for the baby and you!! Imagine it. Let’s look at bottles for those not breastfeeding. Lets look at books and toys for the toddlers – Let’s go Baby Crazy!!!
So with that I am off to find a little of this and a little of that to let you and your families know that someone besides you cares just as much.
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Quest for the Nail Prints by Don Furr is a journey of three unrelated people to the time of Christ for reasons they do not know. Elisabeth is a Flight MED Doctor and was heading to Israel to set up a clinic there for trauma patients. She is a believer. Paul is a pastor who is going on a Honeymoon gift from his mother and sick stepfather, without his wife because she is fearful of the area and time – it has always been his dream and she wants him to live it. The third traveler is a Professor of Religious studies, who by all accounts is without any religion whatsoever. The three end up on multiple planes together find a sort of bond or rather a mutual destination. Elisabeth has three free days and decides to go sight-seeing with Paul, the professors flight gets cancelled and he ends up with them – then one two-three round a corner three strange events running and suddenly Paul is seeing Jesus enter the Holy City on Palm City! The story wraps around and around drawing you in and weaving you into the tapestry – one moment in the garden of the night before the crucifixion it’s said in the bible a man ran out of his cloths – when really in the dark and struggle the soldiers had torn Elisabeth’s outer garments off her. They were part of the bible we know now, then always. Even the black man who carried the cross was important and a soldier he also seemed from the future playing out a part in the last days of Christ.
This book touches the heart and soul of every christian, jew, and non believer alike. I can see a non believer accepting Christ as their Lord and Savior on their knees as they finish this book, and not because of time travel, rather how important the events that took place 2000 years ago. How we simply let them fall to the wayside as ashes from a forgotten fire. I know that the story of Mary and Martha was one of the most important stories in my life. I found solace in the giving of the alabaster oil on Jesus feet before dinner instead of waiting to use it on His body at the time of His death. I had fallen away forgotten the moment the breath the meaning the feelings around the table the way Jesus had to teach His Disciples the grand gift that He had just been given. This book takes the moments and breathes life into them and lays them out for the reader to not only read but to feel and taste, to experience. Where were you when Christ was Crucified? I was weeping.
This book very well should be the book that changes the lives of this current generation. It is not a hoax, not a bunch of smoke and mirrors. Rather it is Life, History-Our History, our freedom from Sin, our Bridge to the Father, the new covenant told in a way that just may make you ask another question about His return.
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It just blew me away. First I believe that we are not the only lone souls, weaved into a magnificent tapestry by God. I believe in my soul my heartbeat, in my love of life my love of faith my yearning for knowledge of God.I believe that each person that is set upon this on this earth christian or a life yet to find Christ will be weaved through and throughout His mighty tapestry. Weaved in, in a way that leads only to inevitable glory of His mighty Kingdom. Perhaps I am still fresh in my faith and am star struck by the Love and Grace. He so freely gave, to me, to all. Especially on the cross. The thief at His side who said ” I will never see the promised land for I have sinned too much – and Jesus of Nazareth, spoke in words only a messiah on a cross dying a horrible death could say said, son for you have seen your ways were wrong and repented, tonight you will be with me in the promised land.” Wow A small word on a death-bed and all is forgiven –
That Moment when He said you will be with me and the Father in Heaven tonight. – I believe He was not only being true, so honest it was above miraculous. Though people must understand Christ is a sounding board for forgiveness in your hour of need. Though, He is not an answer to the, I will sin all my life and use this “Forgive Christ” as a scape goat, as a pass, as a way from the fires of Hell, into eternal peace at deaths last moment. Repenting is a part of the spirit and comes for deep within. the thief had that repentance. I do not believe many that choose the easy option will or do.
I say that for I have to repent each day and I am yet a mother with three amazing children and a husband who is more kind to may than the Robin is to her hatchlings in early spring. It takes time effort and real honest, true belief and surrender to learn honest repentance.
The thought that we are part of a tapestry of Gods/Christs tapestry for the magnificent pattern He is creating makes me feel even more resolute in the forward motion of my dreams my surrender, my following my hearts leading. For in my heart I believe the Holy Spirit not only dwells buts speaks.
tomorrow I shall speak to the tapestry I think He is creating in me tonight I leave you with a question… What do you thing He is creating in you?
For we are all the vine and without each other we are …..
One day tells its tale to another and one night imparts knowledge to another, although they have no words or language, and their voices are not heard, their sound has gone out into all the lands, and their message to the ends of the world. -- Psalm 19:2-4
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