Age before Beauty

  Today, while waiting in my beautiful wonderful gas saving mom wagon, Bodie and I were discussing the dirt on the windows.

He says, "mom what is it?"

I say, "dirt"

He says, " no mom, it's duck poop."

So there you have it, ducks actually poop out dust.


   Then I see her, this little old lady, cute as she could be. She had on blue knit trousers,  hot pink fabric canvas shoes, dark rimmed dinner plate spectacles, and protecting her frizzy white hair was the brightest red scarf with fringe tassels by the millions.

   She ever so cautiously stepped off of the curb, and thotfully chose her steps back to her car. It was an old one. A blue kind of old with a missing hubcap. Then I realized she had
put on her gloves, stretched out white gloves with itty bitty blue stripes.

 I desperately wanted to follow her home. She was beautiful. Her hands have done so much more than mine. There was something about her. It dawned on me then, we are all beautiful in this exact age we are in at this given moment. Don't dislike where you are at in numbers, it is only that, a number. The most magnificent thing about us is our souls. They are eternal and they do not age. What's more, each one of us has been meticulously designed by the creator.

  So in the morning when you rise, fluff your hair and unfurl your wings. If God is clothing the lilly and feeding the sparrow, what oh what must he be doing with you?

Ecclesiastes 3 : 11

Scars for Jesus

  Mind if I chat with you for a minute?

You see, I have mostly toddler conversations during the day. Today we went over the fact that the Dragon does still indeed live behind the green cupboard. Would he like that I hung up a few fall leaves with lights on the top? Or would he get them off?

Seriously ?

Yep...he was serious.

It's quite a dragon...sometimes he leaves the house to find some munch.

I believe you get the picture.

  Today I heard something.  That something was this, "use your scars for Jesus". It's made me think. Hard think. What are my scars? What are yours? Mine? I have a child in heaven... and the one down here is a beautiful wonderful special needs girl. I suppose those are my big ones.

  At school she has this wheelchair.  I have a tremendous love/hate relationship with that black giant thing.  Every day I put on my game face. I don't like to see her in it ... and yet, it is the most handy chair you've ever seen. Every day it stabs my heart way down deep where I don't allow people to go. But, today I saw something different. It was almost a flash. I was headed out of her classroom door and I turned one last time to look at her, and there were 5 or 6 children crammed around that beastly chair. One little boy was touching her face chanting her name...the others were trying to hold her hand and talk to her. I realized then, she has a spot to fill right there in that chair... her spot in the world is actually bigger than mine. I believe it. Her head was held high and on her face was the cutest smile I've ever seen. She was in her own little heaven.

  So it is up to me to use that scar for Jesus. It won't always be easy. God takes something bad and uses it for his good. It is a beautiful thing.

   So don't stuff your scar. You never know who you might help just by being honest about it.

A Thorn

I should be starting the dishwasher

Making cranberry & white chocolate scones for Mr. J.D.

Cleaning the toilets

Stitching little dolls

But first I'm going to tell you a story.

I have been having one of my times of struggling with Cerebral Palsy. They come out of nowhere and threaten to ruin me. 

last night Olivia Deane did not sleep well. She kept crying/moaning, so she came to sleep with us. Well, I freak out...she's just had a seizure .... she's on the verge of a crazy sickness ... her brain is wigging out. The list goes on. It is probably just a cold.

But I get so incredibly frustrated ... because it is a giant guessing game. I have absolutely no idea what is bothering her.

So here I am fighting with the devil ... while trying to be a good mom. Difficult.

We have to leave so I bundle them up ... get Bodie buckled in and then go to buckle her up. It is hard because she isn't as limber ... which reminds me all over of CP. So I took a deep breath...and prayed outloud that God would help us both thru this somehow.

I do the splits and clamber to the front ... land my hiny in the drivers seat ... and something tells me to listen to 94.3 .... ok fine... i turn it on.

A man is rambling about feeling insecure ... 

insecurities ??? 

ok. Typical problem ... right?

Then he proceeds to announce that he had asked readers to send in their favorite comfort verses. A man sends him 2 Corinthians 7-10.

Read it.

Paul has a thorn...but God says his grace is sufficient. 

The man explains that he has Cerebral Palsy. It is his thorn. Long story short...Religion had told him it was from demons...Doctors told him he wouldn't be able to do anything with his life ... but at 19 he met Jesus. God let him know he would do wonderful things with his ailment. Today he is a retired Youth Pastor,  Pastor, Father & Husband. 

I was sobbing...could barely see the road.

you see .... God's grace is sufficient. We may not be asked to build an ark. But rest assured, He will ask something of you. And then he'll offer grace. Beautiful wonderful unmeasured Grace.

This Child

I have walked thru the valley with a shadow of death

Over the the mountains clothed in pines

Bathed in the golden rays of the sunshine

Tumbled about In the boisterous waves.

  I have been angry. ANGRY. At the unfairness of life. Multiple things I will not even drone on and on about. It was getting fairly serious, until I was sitting in the coffee shop and one of my friends called me. Thru the conversation somehow or other, a massive piece of cement landed on my soaring hot air balloon. Thunder .... lightning .... noise. I`m back down on my original planet. Olly may have a bad hip, I may carry her into school for a lot more years. But all in all we have it so incredibly good. She has the best Dad in the entire world. Just to mention one thing. So bask in the glory of the One Most High. While there is bad ... there is more good. Now i shall sign off like one of my favorite bloggers Monday Morning Mama .

Holding on to hope,

Suzy

About Bread

   Here I am .... drinking my hot tea ... I just shot a couple squeezes of Sugar Plum Fairy bath soap into my running water. It's purple ... and glittery...and ever so smelly good.

  I stayed up last night and made a batch of Mark Bittmans no knead bread.  Google it Ladies and Gents. It is so incredibly easy. I would write it down for you but it makes much more sense reading his instructions. It's a beautiful pound and a half loaf of bread.

  I've been feeling very accomplished♡

Time

  Here it is 7:35 .... I'm scrambling like a mad woman to get my dishes done,  a few loads of laundry finished,  the house picked up & my hair washed before I hear my littles wake up.

...the back door opens 3 inches ... scares me to death .... but I notice the sky. It is this most lavish bright pink you've ever seen. It actually made the air turn a color ... if that is even possible.  And it hit me, God opened my door this morning so I would stop and consider Him and  His glory. It could have been the wind...but He made the wind. The world is beautiful right now. It is waking slowly,  ready for a new day.

Take heart beautiful wonderful creatures that you all are. He has made you in HIS image. Stop and smile at the world hustling by you. He shines thru you, he wraps you in his arms, & He`ll take your worries that are Mountains and turn them into insignificant piles, He who parts the Red Sea, The Master Artist Himself. His power knows no bounds.

Wanna know something ?

Sometimes I think Cerebral palsy is beautiful.
Once in a great while, I get horrifically mad at it.
But not as much anymore.
Sometimes I think she sees Angels.
Someday she will be one.
Bless your heart dear child.
You have blessed mine♡