My husband called me out on it, more than once, I might add. I haven't really been in the Christmas spirit. My nights are usually filled with watching Hallmark Christmas movies, and I can't even get through one with my favorite Hallmark actress, and actor (Torrey Devitto... also known as crazy nanny Carrie, and Chad Michael Murray. Yes I am a One Tree Hill fan). In a way I feel weary...
What is your biggest weakness? Or maybe your greatest seeming failure, or unconfessed sin right now. Name it. I can tell you my most dreaded one. I won’t, but I will tell you that it is the weakness that is pointed out to me the most, the weakness that I have come the farthest in, and the weakness that I have the farthest to grow in. This is the weakness that brought me to a sobbing mess last week, because I couldn’t handle the weight of the burden that this had become.
Have you ever heard the line that girls are easier to potty train than boys? Who ever said that was definitely speaking something not true (at least in my household). Because my son was a breeze to potty train, and my daughter could care less. She is almost 3 and we have been working on potty training all summer to get her ready for school. She doesn't care, and she isn't phased by rewards... like the Anna and Elsa doll she wanted... that is until we told her that she couldn't get it until she went potty. And she kind of lost interest. (side note: I actually ended up giving her the dolls a few weeks later, because I mean, she is cute, and she adores them) Yeah, girls being easier than boys is a myth in my house. And while we are on the topic of myths, I wanted to address a spiritual myth that I have come across over the years. That God won't give us more than we can handle.
There was water everywhere. It was a flood. Not the flood where there is a few inches of water in the basement, but a Noah type flood. The type of flood that destroys everything. Water covered everything in sight. And I was struggling to keep my head above water. But then a large man, probably [...]
Grace came at a cost, but I wasn't treating it like that. I treated His good grace like it was “plan b” for my life. A door prize that you threw away right when you got home. I am so thankful that I don't live in Old Testament days, because I am pretty sure that I would be in exile. Instead He meets me with breakfast on a beach.
What lead a grown man to sob uncontrollably in my arms, while saying over and over I want my mommy, I want my mommy? Forgiveness. I met him in Rwanda and walked him through forgiving his mother for leaving him and his siblings in the genocide for her own safety. Years he had held on to the pain, but he was in a place where he wanted to forgive her, and try to reconcile with her as well. Before we get there though...there is something else we need to address.