With a link in my inbox and a little time to waste, I browsed a blog I hadn’t read in months. Stories and photos and videos of this Disney princess (literally!) turned country-hopping missionary made me feel a bit like I had lost something. A lost opportunity, I guess.
Maybe. But the more I think about it this morning, the more I realize just what I’ve found.
…the freedom to pick up and just go and do whatever, whenever.
…friends to great distances of time and space.
…the houses where I brought each of my kids home from the hospital.
…a camera. The good one we bought when Chica was a baby. Who does that?
…interest in hobbies that used to consume me.
…fifteen pounds, then gained it all right back again.
But I’ve found…
…a job I truly, truly enjoy.
…new friends to share dinner with every. single. week.
…a home that fits my new friends and their kids.
…purpose in new hobbies like running and writing.
…that the number on the scale isn’t synonymous with fitness.
But even better, I’ve found…
…the great joy to be had in being somebody’s mommy.
…the miracle of someone choosing to love my messy, confusing self for ten years.
…a new, growing desire to remain in the Love that will bear fruit.
What have you found today?
Linking up with Five Minute Friday. And yes, I know it’s Saturday. I’m just now finding the time…
School is out, and I have homework. And I’m thrilled.
Our LifeGroup has begun reading The Good and Beautiful God together. Each chapter is followed by a homework assignment that you are supposed to take all week to do. Last it week it was sleep. This week it is to spend 5 minutes alone, in silence, every day.
I’m hooked. Every mom needs these homework assignments.
So tonight as I sat on my porch that I am oh-so-thankful for, I tried to listen. Pushing away the thoughts of the dishes in the sink and the laundry waiting to be put away, I looked for those messages sent from the Messenger:
The breeze reminding me that, though I can’t see Him, the Holy Spirit is active.
The fireflies reminding me that God is creative. Maybe even funny.
The rain, slow at first, and then drenching, reminding me that He provides.
The four tiny, green tomatoes reminding me that the fruit will come.
The huge, amber moon reminding me that He is consistent.
I’m checking my inbox this week for your messages, God. Keep sending’ em.
It’s been quite a while since I’ve attempted Five Minute Friday. Feeling thankful for time to write again!
Here. Here in this matted brown LayZBoy I sit, Bubba draped over me as my perpetual heating blanket. To describe this rocker as an eyesore would be an understatement. I wanted to get rid of it, yet it still found its way into his room. Now there are two generations of Proffitt boys who have been fed and rocked and loved here. Maybe we’ll keep it after all.
Here. In this house that everyday feels more like a home. People ask us, “How long have you lived here?” and we always chuckle. “You mean the first or the second time? Two years, then we left for a little while, and now we are back.” Not many people can say they’ve lived in the same house twice I guess.
Here. On this street where I can send my four year old out to play with the neighbors and not worry. If she is sassy or poops her pants or it’s time for dinner, they’ll just send her home. No questions asked. Last night her white church shoes were returned so neatly on the front porch. She must have forgotten them when her daddy raised the window to call her home for dinner.
God, thank you for teaching me this summer to find joy in the here. In the now.
Here I’m home.
Linking up with Lisa Jo for Five Minute Friday.
Bubba @ 8 ½ months
We are currently suffering through the I Won’t Take a Nap Unless Someone Warm Is Holding Me phase. This important stage of development is accompanied by the I Refuse To Eat Anything Unless I’m Feeding Myself phase and the Three Quarters of What I Try To Feed Myself Ends Up Smashed In My Lap phase.
Chica @ 4 years
She is smack in the middle of the I Don’t Really Need a Nap, But I’ll Lose It At Dinner If I Don’t Rest phase. This is also the time of the I’ll Roll My Eyes At You Just To See If You Notice phase and the Fourteen Questions Per Minute phase.
At nap time and dinner time I am so ready to move beyond these phases. I wonder how we got here and if they will ever end.
But then when they are both sleeping (because everything is just a little bit better then, right?), I remember that moving beyond these phases will certainly mean leaving behind other good ones.
Like the Let Me Give You a Big Sloppy Kiss All Over Your Face phase. And the I’m Not Afraid To Strike Up a Friendly Conversation With A Total Stranger phase.
God, keep teaching me to find JOY in each of these phases of our little family, good and bad. When we move beyond these and on to the next ones, may you pour on the joy again.
Oh, I almost missed one. Who could forget the I Love To Make Farty Noises On Your Flabby Arm Skin phase? I’m not sure if I’m ready to move beyond this one or not. I think it’s funny at 8 months. I’m sure he’ll think it’s funny at 8 years when I’m ready to be over it.
Linking up with Lisa Jo for Five Minute Friday…even though my five minutes somehow turned into five times ten. I tried.