{ Undeserved & Basking In It}

On Mother’s Day–

My son got up in church (as other sons and daughters did)

He grabbed the microphone to speak of me, his mother.

There were so many things he could have said, like:

• She doesn’t share her water bottle
• She closes her door and tapes on a note on it that says, “Come back in 30 minutes.”
• She’s got a mending basket full of clothes that have been there so long I’ve outgrown them
• Her patience runs thin when she’s trying to get out the door to go somewhere
• She makes oatmeal every day for breakfast

But he didn’t. 😊

I am still basking in the overflow of Mother’s Day love and chocolates and undeserved adoration.

And, I’m basking in the mystery that God entrusts living souls to imperfect Mothers.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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{ Fierce Women }

Ugly Fierce incubates bitterness

   Beautifully Fierce assaults offenders with forgiveness

Ugly Fierce battles with her double-edged tongue

   Beautifully Fierce uses the element of surprise:

She aims

         then fires fearless love

Ugly Fierce buries herself in self-pity

 Beautifully Fierce hunts down gratefulness

Ugly Fierce fakes, flaunts, frowns

Beautifully Fierce is sincere, stately, and smiling

Ugly Fierce lashes out at God

Beautifully Fierce grabs hold of God’s garment and never lets go

 

Random thoughts inspired by the book I’m reading:

Fierce Women: the Power of a Soft Warrior by Kimberly Wagner

Photo Credit:Stas Ovsky

{ H e R i T a G e }

Heritage — it’s a rich, sad word.

This word reminds me that people live and die. They pass on good and bad to their children.

Some of my favorite thoughts about heritage come from the Bible. It’s a book about heritage. It’s a book that contains historical facts and verifiable prophecies fulfilled.

It’s a book of underdogs, surprises, and irony.

Rahab was a prostitute. Her heritage was headed in one direction, until God interrupted her path and placed her in the prestigious line of Jesus’ birth.

There are many true accounts like this in the pages of scripture.

But– I confess– the one I think most about is me and my heritage.

I was headed in one direction, and one day, God interrupted that path. He changed me. He didn’t just  tweak my life, or urge me to complete a self-help course. He raised me from my spirit-deadness and changed me like the caterpillar turns into a butterfly. In the cocoon, the caterpillar completely liquifies. It doesn’t emerge merely dressed up like a fancy version of the old creature.

It’s a totally new creation.

This is the heritage I want to pass on to my children:

It is the living who give thanks to You, as I do today. A mother tells her sons and daughters about God’s faithfulness. –taken from Isaiah 38:19

The words that God commands me today shall be on my heart. I will teach them diligently to my sons and daughters. I will talk of them when I sit in my house, and when I walk, before I sleep and when I wake up. — taken from Deuteronomy 6:5-7

The heritage of ME will be imperfect. But by God’s grace, I will also pass on the heritage of faith. Each child will have the opportunity to grab hold of this inheritance.

It’s a legacy of faith in an eternal, loving God.

It’s an inheritance that will never fade away– even after I am gone.

“Is there any God like you? You forgive my sins. You pass over transgressions by the survivors who are your heritage. You are not angry forever, because You delight in gracious love.”

 – taken from Micah 7:18

Photo: Mother’s Day 2017

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/photo-challenges/heritage/

 

~ Lisa