Praise Him that the school choice we made for our child seems to be going very well.
Anne (Momma to 4)
Sunday, August 31, 2014
Saturday, August 30, 2014
Happy Labor Day Weekend
Sometimes it is so worth it to drag yourself out of bed and get out there before the break of dawn.
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| picture by my friend Beth :) |
Running those 11 miles with friends and beholding His glory. What a start to this Labor Day weekend!
Happy Labor Day weekend to you and your family. May God give you many grace kisses to remember with your special ones.
Day 439 Prayer Request
I decided to homeschool my child, and his behavior has not been good. Please pray for me to stay above it all!
Jane (Momma to 2)
Jane (Momma to 2)
Friday, August 29, 2014
Day 438 Prayer Request
Please pray for the strain of meeting kids' physical, emotional, and spiritual needs. Please pray that I will surrender those needs to God and let him meet them.
Annette (Momma to many)
Annette (Momma to many)
Thursday, August 28, 2014
Day 437 Prayer Request
Please pray that God will give wisdom with transportation needs.
Ann (Momma to 6)
Ann (Momma to 6)
Wednesday, August 27, 2014
Day 436 Prayer Request
Our child was in the ER this weekend with high fever and back in the doctor's office today for follow up and still sick. She's on day 10 of fever. We are waiting for labs to come back. Please pray for healing.
Marie (Momma to 4)
Marie (Momma to 4)
Tuesday, August 26, 2014
Day 435 Prayer Request
Please pray that our kids will adjust as they begin their first weeks of the school year.
Ann (Momma to 6)
Ann (Momma to 6)
Monday, August 25, 2014
Authorized...
It's just a word printed out on a letter.
But, to this Momma, it's a word I stopped believing I'd ever read from an insurance company...
...and it's a word that brought tears streaming down the face of this very tired, weary Momma.
He is the Great Provider.
And after five years of waiting, I am praying and hoping for some answers.
But in the continued waiting, I know through experience that she is created perfect in His image and she is so wonderful.
And she is worth every single little battle.
Day 434 Prayer Request
Please pray for our child to make new friends and have a successful school year.
Marie (Momma to 3)
Marie (Momma to 3)
Sunday, August 24, 2014
Day 433 Prayer Request
Please pray for our child's birth family. We have set boundaries on their contact with our child and they are taking it hard.
Susan (Momma to 1)
Susan (Momma to 1)
Saturday, August 23, 2014
Friday, August 22, 2014
Thursday, August 21, 2014
Wednesday, August 20, 2014
Day 429 Prayer Request
Please pray that my child will continue to heal as he attends his new school.
Jane (Momma to 2)
Jane (Momma to 2)
Tuesday, August 19, 2014
Day 428 Prayer Request
Please pray for our child's first day of Kindergarten. Please pray for no tears or clinginess.
Ann (Momma to 5)
Ann (Momma to 5)
Monday, August 18, 2014
Sunday, August 17, 2014
6 a.m. Clouds
"Where can I go from Your Spirit?
Or where can I flee from Your presence?"
Psalm 139:7
He is everywhere, and this girl is so thankful for His wonderful presence.
He greets me in the early morn, and tucks me in snug into late night slumber.
He is wonderful!
Day 426 Prayer Request
Please pray for safe travels home for my husband and 4 kids as they drive 16 hours from Texas today.
Anne (Momma to 4)
Anne (Momma to 4)
Saturday, August 16, 2014
Day 425 Prayer Request
Please pray for me while I wait on His perfect timing.
Annette (Momma to many)
Annette (Momma to many)
Friday, August 15, 2014
Thursday, August 14, 2014
Please open....
What do you do when your stuck with no computer, no motivation, no rest?
My prayer request daily:
I am His.
Day 423 Prayer Request
Please pray for me to settle into my new home and for my son who is struggling with the recent move.
Annette (Momma to many)
Annette (Momma to many)
Wednesday, August 13, 2014
Tuesday, August 12, 2014
Day 421 Prayer Request
Please pray for small bodies to continue to adjust to a changed environment.
Reagan (Momma to 4)
Reagan (Momma to 4)
Monday, August 11, 2014
Sunday, August 10, 2014
Day 419 Prayer Request
Please pray for a miracle in the potty training department.
Marie (Momma to 4)
Marie (Momma to 4)
Saturday, August 9, 2014
Day 418 Prayer Request
Please pray that I can remain kind with two little shadows (that I love deeply) following me all day long.
Reagan (Momma to 4)
Reagan (Momma to 4)
Friday, August 8, 2014
Thursday, August 7, 2014
Day 416 Prayer Request
Please pray for my child starting a new school and repeating the same grade.
Jane (Momma to 2)
Jane (Momma to 2)
Wednesday, August 6, 2014
Tuesday, August 5, 2014
Day 414 Prayer Request
Praise God! We feel clearly led in our future school decisions for our child.
Anne (Momma to 4)
Anne (Momma to 4)
Monday, August 4, 2014
Day 413 Prayer Request
Please pray that I will trust in Jesus as the Great Provider.
Reagan (Momma to 4)
Reagan (Momma to 4)
Sunday, August 3, 2014
Speak Life
I am in constant prayer for this!
A good reminder from 2.27.2013 (and now Toby Mac's song is actually playing on the radio).
Speak life....
I awake to the familiar dread. Stuck in reality...no more moments of escape. Yes, someone has to make breakfast, teach the children, manage the schedule, run the miles, clean the messes. Me. I lay still and hear the hushed voices down the hall. Whispers, giggling, a hard-toned loud whisper. Three girls hoping their Momma won't hear their freedom and come to spoil. Three who find pure pleasure in the naughty. Three sensory-seekers that consume and overwhelm. I hear the Whisper in my mind, "you have all you need". I half smile, honestly half smirk, and arise. I mutter aloud, "Yes Lord, I do, just having trouble believing today...again."
I have been praying, pleading for change.
We, my four and I, experience our norm. A few moments of kindness. A mishap. One yell, another; a threat; an outburst; a consequence. A few moments of kindness. Another mishap..... Repeat. Over and over we tumble. We are familiar with our dance. I search deep in Promise's eyes at breakfast, then Faith's. Joy looks back as I search hers; hers always smiling. Hope won't look up - avoidance. I imagine they all want change too. This is a rare morning when The Warrior Daddy is home, destined to work into the late night. He looks deep into my eyes. We share the experience of needed change. We are surviving together. He gives our four a stern face, reminds them to obey, reminds them of the consequence of not. They look intently, sit a bit taller at our old farm table. He gets up and disappears down the hall. They dance away.
I manage to stumble through another morning of Kindergarten. I rush through lunch. I am closer to my scheduled escape run, the one I dreaded this morning, but now desperately need. Standing at the sink, I glance sideways, spying on my four. A tongue sticking out, a sly hit, a giggle across the table. Hope warns sternly. He is harder than I, and my heart is sad. A 12-year-old man-child who is so frustrated, his normal everyday a far cry from normal. What is "normal" anyway? That question perplexes me and provokes a twinge of anger. I am tired of the comparison. I know He has written this moment, this sadness I feel. I glance up at the windowsill, at the purple 365 Bible Promises for WOMEN perpetual calendar. It reads: February 27: God is able to make all grace abound to you, so that in all things at all times, having all that you need, you will abound in every good work (2 Corinthians 9:8 NIV). In this thing? At this time? I will abound in every good work? I thank Him for the reminder again, I have all I need. He is always good. He is in control of even this moment when I query.
And finally, Joy tucked in her room lining up cars, Faith and Promise down for an afternoon nap ( ;)- synonym for forced quiet time on bed), and Hope fighting with his language arts, I run hard. The treadmill and I do blend in perfect harmony on certain days. I try and fail to open Bible Gateway on the ipad. I settle for Netflix, and 38 minutes in, just at the climax of the show, Netflix freezes too. Unplanned interruption for me, opportunity for Him. He knows me so well. With my sensory-avoiding system awake, still running, I hit the round button on the right and click on the Music icon. He has been waiting to speak, and Toby Mac sings the lyrics clear, and my mind jolts. This is a holy moment, Jesus whispering each word into my heart. Eye On It, #5 Speak Life.
...it's crazy, amazing, we can turn a heart through the words we say
mountains crumble with every syllable,
hope can live or die
so speak life, speak life
to the deadest darkest night
speak life, speak life
when the sun won't shine and you don't know why
look into the eyes of the broken hearted
watch them come alive as soon as you speak hope
you speak love
you speak life
some days the tongue gets twisted, other days my thoughts just fall apart
I do, I don't, I will, I won't
it's like I'm drownin' in the deep
well it's crazy to imagine words from our lips as the arms of compassion...
I listen, inventory words, and tears fall. He gently asks, "will you speak life to them? Will you speak life when you feel in the depth of the deadest darkest night? Will you speak life when the sun won't shine and you don't know why? Will you put your broken heart aside, and speak life to theirs? Will you extend arms of compassion?"
I hit repeat and look up at the faded yellow index card tacked to the bulletin board facing the treadmill. I read the Words, and breath in Him.
"Therefore, as the elect of God, holy and beloved, put on tender mercies, kindness, humility, meekness, longsuffering; bearing with one another, and forgiving one another, if anyone has a complaint against another; even as Christ forgave you, so you also must do. But above all these things put on love, which is the bond of perfection. And let the peace of God rule in your hearts, to which also you were called in one body; and be thankful. Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly in all wisdom, teaching and admonishing one another in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing with grace in your hearts to the Lord. And whatever you do in word or deed, do all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through Him." (Colossians 3:12-17 NKJV)
Speak life with tender mercy, kindness, humility, meekness, longsuffering. Bear with them, forgive them as He forgives me. Put on love, the bond of perfection. I desire the perfect bond with the four, the perfect bond of love. Let the peace of Him rule - not the peace of me. And there it is, just as Ann so eloquently pointed out, "be thankful". Be thankful, because I do believe too that thankfulness preceeds the miracle. Admonish and teach them with psalms, hymns, spiritual songs. Sing (a lovely manner of speaking) over them with the grace in my heart He craves. Do everything in His name, giving thanks to the Father. Speak every word in His name, with thanksgiving.
My words, a catalyst to the change I'm pleading for?
My ipad music is set to random selection. The next song begins, #7 Lose Myself. I feel His nudge, His charge upon my heart.
A few hours later, typing away on the computer, I pick up the ipad again and hit the dictionary icon. The definition for compassion is right there on the search bar. I read His answer. I glimpse the reflection of the wood plaque standing tall above the sliding glass doors on the computer screen. Carefully painted 10-year-old words read, "Lead me on and I will run after You." The old familiar tune plays in my mind and brings a smile. Speak life....
A good reminder from 2.27.2013 (and now Toby Mac's song is actually playing on the radio).
Speak life....
I awake to the familiar dread. Stuck in reality...no more moments of escape. Yes, someone has to make breakfast, teach the children, manage the schedule, run the miles, clean the messes. Me. I lay still and hear the hushed voices down the hall. Whispers, giggling, a hard-toned loud whisper. Three girls hoping their Momma won't hear their freedom and come to spoil. Three who find pure pleasure in the naughty. Three sensory-seekers that consume and overwhelm. I hear the Whisper in my mind, "you have all you need". I half smile, honestly half smirk, and arise. I mutter aloud, "Yes Lord, I do, just having trouble believing today...again."
I have been praying, pleading for change.
We, my four and I, experience our norm. A few moments of kindness. A mishap. One yell, another; a threat; an outburst; a consequence. A few moments of kindness. Another mishap..... Repeat. Over and over we tumble. We are familiar with our dance. I search deep in Promise's eyes at breakfast, then Faith's. Joy looks back as I search hers; hers always smiling. Hope won't look up - avoidance. I imagine they all want change too. This is a rare morning when The Warrior Daddy is home, destined to work into the late night. He looks deep into my eyes. We share the experience of needed change. We are surviving together. He gives our four a stern face, reminds them to obey, reminds them of the consequence of not. They look intently, sit a bit taller at our old farm table. He gets up and disappears down the hall. They dance away.
I manage to stumble through another morning of Kindergarten. I rush through lunch. I am closer to my scheduled escape run, the one I dreaded this morning, but now desperately need. Standing at the sink, I glance sideways, spying on my four. A tongue sticking out, a sly hit, a giggle across the table. Hope warns sternly. He is harder than I, and my heart is sad. A 12-year-old man-child who is so frustrated, his normal everyday a far cry from normal. What is "normal" anyway? That question perplexes me and provokes a twinge of anger. I am tired of the comparison. I know He has written this moment, this sadness I feel. I glance up at the windowsill, at the purple 365 Bible Promises for WOMEN perpetual calendar. It reads: February 27: God is able to make all grace abound to you, so that in all things at all times, having all that you need, you will abound in every good work (2 Corinthians 9:8 NIV). In this thing? At this time? I will abound in every good work? I thank Him for the reminder again, I have all I need. He is always good. He is in control of even this moment when I query.
And finally, Joy tucked in her room lining up cars, Faith and Promise down for an afternoon nap ( ;)- synonym for forced quiet time on bed), and Hope fighting with his language arts, I run hard. The treadmill and I do blend in perfect harmony on certain days. I try and fail to open Bible Gateway on the ipad. I settle for Netflix, and 38 minutes in, just at the climax of the show, Netflix freezes too. Unplanned interruption for me, opportunity for Him. He knows me so well. With my sensory-avoiding system awake, still running, I hit the round button on the right and click on the Music icon. He has been waiting to speak, and Toby Mac sings the lyrics clear, and my mind jolts. This is a holy moment, Jesus whispering each word into my heart. Eye On It, #5 Speak Life.
...it's crazy, amazing, we can turn a heart through the words we say
mountains crumble with every syllable,
hope can live or die
so speak life, speak life
to the deadest darkest night
speak life, speak life
when the sun won't shine and you don't know why
look into the eyes of the broken hearted
watch them come alive as soon as you speak hope
you speak love
you speak life
some days the tongue gets twisted, other days my thoughts just fall apart
I do, I don't, I will, I won't
it's like I'm drownin' in the deep
well it's crazy to imagine words from our lips as the arms of compassion...
I listen, inventory words, and tears fall. He gently asks, "will you speak life to them? Will you speak life when you feel in the depth of the deadest darkest night? Will you speak life when the sun won't shine and you don't know why? Will you put your broken heart aside, and speak life to theirs? Will you extend arms of compassion?"
I hit repeat and look up at the faded yellow index card tacked to the bulletin board facing the treadmill. I read the Words, and breath in Him.
"Therefore, as the elect of God, holy and beloved, put on tender mercies, kindness, humility, meekness, longsuffering; bearing with one another, and forgiving one another, if anyone has a complaint against another; even as Christ forgave you, so you also must do. But above all these things put on love, which is the bond of perfection. And let the peace of God rule in your hearts, to which also you were called in one body; and be thankful. Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly in all wisdom, teaching and admonishing one another in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing with grace in your hearts to the Lord. And whatever you do in word or deed, do all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through Him." (Colossians 3:12-17 NKJV)
Speak life with tender mercy, kindness, humility, meekness, longsuffering. Bear with them, forgive them as He forgives me. Put on love, the bond of perfection. I desire the perfect bond with the four, the perfect bond of love. Let the peace of Him rule - not the peace of me. And there it is, just as Ann so eloquently pointed out, "be thankful". Be thankful, because I do believe too that thankfulness preceeds the miracle. Admonish and teach them with psalms, hymns, spiritual songs. Sing (a lovely manner of speaking) over them with the grace in my heart He craves. Do everything in His name, giving thanks to the Father. Speak every word in His name, with thanksgiving.
My words, a catalyst to the change I'm pleading for?
My ipad music is set to random selection. The next song begins, #7 Lose Myself. I feel His nudge, His charge upon my heart.
A few hours later, typing away on the computer, I pick up the ipad again and hit the dictionary icon. The definition for compassion is right there on the search bar. I read His answer. I glimpse the reflection of the wood plaque standing tall above the sliding glass doors on the computer screen. Carefully painted 10-year-old words read, "Lead me on and I will run after You." The old familiar tune plays in my mind and brings a smile. Speak life....
Day 412 Prayer Request
Please pray as we are making decisions about what school option is best for our adopted child this fall.
Anne (Momma to 4)
Anne (Momma to 4)
Saturday, August 2, 2014
Day 411 Prayer Request
Please pray for our family and our birth family. Our annual open visit is soon. Please pray we will get past emotions and that God's plan is center and foremost through all of this.
Susan (Momma to 1)
Susan (Momma to 1)
Friday, August 1, 2014
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