Wednesday, June 20, 2012
This my friends is my new ride. D, the boys and everyone else probably thinks I have lost my ever lovin mind. Maybe I have. Being married to a preacher/car dealer, there isn't much I haven't driven. But deep down in my teenage heart, I have always secretly thought it would be fun to have one of these.
Being that one child is eighteen and the other is less than a year from sixteen, mom goes by herself almost everywhere she goes now. So I asked D, who was in the process of looking for me something else besides my usual Tahoe, about one of these. I should have known when I asked him about one of these he would get one. He's good like that. I have to be careful when thinking out loud around him. When thoughts are spoken around him they usually become reality. You would think I would have learned by now. Anyway, this came as a surprise to my boys just like me playing the organ at church. SHOCK! No one knew I knew how. No one knew these inner wanderings until I spoke them. But my boys have drove me nuts over this. Take the top off. Take the top off. All of it! Can I drive it? Let me drive it. You need to do this, you need that.....
So Friday came, it was a stressful day, but the oldest had a date, and yes, he had wanted to drive it on his date. I had my reservations about it. I mean D had practically scared me silly in even thinking I wanted it. It doesn't have cruise (which may be a problem for me) don't over correct, etc. So I really didn't want him driving it to his destination. His words were "mom, you worry too much." Anyway dad let him drive it not knowing the child and I had already discussed the issue. I was fit to be tied. But, God was at work. After they left He began to soften my heart (as I cleaned and cleaned on the house) and I began to listen. How much my child and I are alike. And I bet if you think about it, you are the same as us. How often do we go to our Heavenly Father with request, questions, pondering's, worries. And when He doesn't give us the answer we want, we go to someone who will give us the answer we want. Knowing all along that the answer He has given is the right one. But instead we get on the phone and call the BFF and get their advice. We just do what we want because it is what we want. We ask Him first, but we don't let Him finish.
The boy and his date made it fine to their destination. They made it safely home. No problems He sent me a text to say "Jeep did good." My reply was "of course it did." Of course I was praying the whole time for God's protection. He finished.
And believe me, from now on when I ask Him for something, I will do my best to accept His answer and let Him finish. To be ok with His answer and only call the BFF's to see how they are and just talk girl stuff.
Sunday, June 17, 2012
Saturday, June 9, 2012
Thursday, June 7, 2012
This is where it happens. This is where the stress is taken out. This is where I have often met with my Father. Only, here lately, it hasn't been happening too much. I'm not sure why. Maybe because of something called life, kids, house, work computer....
But a few weeks ago the oldest asked why I never play it any more. I barely heard him. But I did. The question has been learking.
Let me take you back several years ago. I remember being in 1st grade and begging my mother to let me take piano lessons. She finally gave in thinking I would quit. But I didn't. I took lessons until I was a junior in high school. Was I a slow learner? No not really. I just took during the school year. Never during the summer. Am I a professional, classical player? NOPE! Not on your life. My mother would tell me get the hymn book and play a verse of every song. Did I like doing that? No! Absolutly not. Did I like to practice? Nope. Not at all. Can I tell you the key I am playing in? Nope. It's an odd thing really. My way of playing. It's an odd thing, they way fingers move on the keys. My teachers had a fit with it and me. I only wanted to play the songs I knew. I could hear them in my head. I never cared to learn anything new. Still don't.
There have been many songs played and practiced on these keys. When troubles and stress came this is where I went. This is where I met with "Daddy."
There have been many Sunday mornings as D was getting ready for church that I would sit down and play. Kind of getting my fingers ready for the worship service. But I haven't done that in a while. Until this past Sunday. And as I did, the youngest asked " Why don't you play anymore?" See the question is still learking. I wondered myself.
So today when the house was quiet these keys called my name. So I found myself sitting and playing. And guess who was there? Yep. My heavenly Father. You see playing every hymn paid off. Because now, playing them and hearing them in my head moves me. Playing them in the stillness of my home, I feel His prescence. But it also tells me my boys must have been listening and enjoying it too. (I hope)
Do you have a special place that you meet with Him? If so when was the last time you were there? I bet He's there waiting now.
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
It is funny how we let the smallest, simplest things go by. It is funny how we don't really pay attention. to them. Whether it people, memories, things. We take them for granted.
I just finished writing T. And as I typed I couldn't help but let my mind wonder. I wondered what the weather was. What he had to eat today. How his health is. How the health of his family is. Is he sleeping on a dirt floor tonight? I won't be. I have been fed too much today. I have everything I need in my home and a lot of it I don't need. We stress over the smallest things. Things that are "big" to us in the moment, but when it is all said and done, they weren't all that big at all.