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Firetrucks Welcome

Tuesday, June 25, 2013

It's 11:24pm and I just want to fall into bed. Brushed my teeth, threw my clothes into the hamper and missed, then wobbled it o my bedroom.  Lunch, clothes and shower can wait until morning right?

As I lay down I see a red fire truck on my nightstand. My Bible was ruffled and partially opened.
Obviously someone three feet tall was in my bed this morning. My heart smiled a little.
My husband was already snuggled in and proceeded to tell me that Levi was in bed reading his Bible 'like daddy' this morning. Levi opened to the maps section and said, "duwrty wadder wike at beach."
The tan colors in the maps looked like the dirty ocean. Ah so sweet the mind of a child. 
I opened the Bible to where Levi had been reading like daddy and God had a special story for me to read amidst my exhaustion:

 At that time the disciples came to Jesus and asked, “Who, then, is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven?”

He called a little child to him, and placed the child among them. And he said: “Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. Therefore, whoever takes the lowly position of this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven. And whoever welcomes one such child in my name welcomes me.  -Matthew 18

These moments when mothering seems like a pure, holy gift are breathtaking. It's like a bubbling over cup of soda pop. When I am feeling empty, exhausted and unable give any more; He fills my cup. When I welcome, am hospitable to, serve, love, give myself to my children; I am serving Jesus himself. When I only have a few loaves of bread and a few fish with what seems like 5,000 to feed, He can create miracles. Miracles in my what seems like cavernously empty, drained of energy soul and allow me to keep giving when I think I can't. He gives me little moments like last night to remind me of my purpose. Keep serving, keep loving, keep gritting your teeth when you think you just can't be patient a second more. Breathe deeply, read Matthew 18 and trust Him to fill your cup. 

Lord, I cherish when you take small moments like these to energize me, give me joy and hope. Moments to remember my role to demonstrate what love is to my babies. I welcome you boys, with open arms.






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