I read the stories of women now widowed because their husbands were killed by those who hate Christians. Or who are imprisoned for speaking truth to their Muslim friends about the Messiah.
I see the pictures of those who have gone far away, giving up everything in America, to reach the nations for Jesus. And the blog posts of those who have given up much in order to show compassion to the orphan.
And what have I done? I want to count for something more than living focused on myself, my family, my little world. I want to have fruit for Heaven. I want to live in some more sacrificial way than my life here tends to. Something for Jesus.
Is it just so I can say, "here Jesus, I did something for You"? That wouldn't be worth much. He doesn't want me thinking I've done good works and therefore have something to offer, when His work is all I should be boasting in.
But I want to live for something more than my little world, to do something that counts for eternity! Surely God does not put his children in a place where they cannot bear real fruit.
Show me Jesus. Fix my eyes on Him. Attach me to the Vine, without whom I can do nothing; that I might focus on Him and thus bear much fruit...
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Thursday, February 17, 2011
kids growing
So today I was instant messaging with David and his mom on two different IM screens, while it was time for lunch. While I was busy, Emily (having been offered her choice of bread for a sandwich), decided to make her own. She found a bun, deli meat and cheese, a cutting board and knife. She made herself a sandwich and then cut it in half, and informed me that she had made her sandwich, and could she start eating??
In the meantime, I got off the computer and came to rally everyone for lunch, and Jeff had disappeared. I found him in the pack-n-play (where he still takes a nap). He had gone to the pantry and gotten out the 2-step stepstool we keep there, and put it up next to his bed so he could climb in. So there he was, lying down and with his blanket on his head (his best effort at getting it on top of himself). He thought it was funny, and so did I. I guess he was ready for a nap. I did get him to come eat some lunch first though.
Emily asked if she could have some bread with cinnamon sugar on it, so I said yes, after your sandwich is done. So while I was helping Jeff get ready for a nap, she found a piece of bread, cut it in half, and got her cinnamon sugar on it. My big girl... and not afraid to try doing things herself. She even likes to try cutting up apples herself, with a sharp knife (though I watch with fear of her cutting herself... but I guess that's how I learned once too). She's not too bad at cutting it in pieces, though she might still want me to get the core parts out.
The other day, I lay down for a nap late, and Jeff woke up from his nap not long after that. So I got him up, and Katherine asked why I was up already. I said, because Jeff is up. Katherine wants to be the big girl too. She said, "I can take care of Jeff, and help him go potty, and get him a snack. You can go lie down again." So I did.
In the meantime, I got off the computer and came to rally everyone for lunch, and Jeff had disappeared. I found him in the pack-n-play (where he still takes a nap). He had gone to the pantry and gotten out the 2-step stepstool we keep there, and put it up next to his bed so he could climb in. So there he was, lying down and with his blanket on his head (his best effort at getting it on top of himself). He thought it was funny, and so did I. I guess he was ready for a nap. I did get him to come eat some lunch first though.
Emily asked if she could have some bread with cinnamon sugar on it, so I said yes, after your sandwich is done. So while I was helping Jeff get ready for a nap, she found a piece of bread, cut it in half, and got her cinnamon sugar on it. My big girl... and not afraid to try doing things herself. She even likes to try cutting up apples herself, with a sharp knife (though I watch with fear of her cutting herself... but I guess that's how I learned once too). She's not too bad at cutting it in pieces, though she might still want me to get the core parts out.
The other day, I lay down for a nap late, and Jeff woke up from his nap not long after that. So I got him up, and Katherine asked why I was up already. I said, because Jeff is up. Katherine wants to be the big girl too. She said, "I can take care of Jeff, and help him go potty, and get him a snack. You can go lie down again." So I did.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
all I really need
Amid all my thoughts, wonderings, worries, questions, running about -
this is all I really need:
"Be still, and know that I am God...
The Lord of hosts is with us!
God is our refuge and strength,
a very present help in trouble.
God is in the midst of her; she shall not be moved..."
"You keep him in perfect peace
whose mind is stayed on you,
because he trusts in you.
Trust in the Lord forever,
for the Lord God is an everlasting rock."
(Psalm 46:10,11,1,5; Is.26:3-4)
this is all I really need:
"Be still, and know that I am God...
The Lord of hosts is with us!
God is our refuge and strength,
a very present help in trouble.
God is in the midst of her; she shall not be moved..."
"You keep him in perfect peace
whose mind is stayed on you,
because he trusts in you.
Trust in the Lord forever,
for the Lord God is an everlasting rock."
(Psalm 46:10,11,1,5; Is.26:3-4)
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