When I was a young mother with an ample supply of small children in my care, I’d sometimes have older folks stop and tell me to “enjoy this time.”
They’d give me that knowing look, tell me how fast time goes and that before I knew it, my kids would be grown and gone.
Now, as an exhausted mom, those words always struck me as kind of funny.
You mean I’ll get to sleep through the night uninterrupted? I’ll be able to sit down with a good book and not have to stop to get somebody juice? I could take a shower without a single knock on the door?
Can I hear a “woot woot”?
Ha. Well, you know I’m only joking, but I think that most of those advice-givers must have had only one or two kids, because with five children it seems like I’ve been “enjoying this time” for many, many years.
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Tipped off the wooden bat, the screaming fastball slammed into the backstop making most of us on the bleachers flinch.
Looking around, I saw the man behind me shaking his head.
He had the same knee-jerk reaction as I did.
“If that fence hadn’t of been there,” I said jokingly, “one of us would be missing a tooth.” My daughter, feeling a little shaken, chimed in, “Yeah, or missing a head.”
It was the violent impact of the crashing ball against the fencing that got me thinking about God and his protection around us. But, what if we’ve got a hole in our fence caused by sin or unbelief?
Could there be a rusty spot that’s corroded through, a rickety post that’s crumbling or an electric wire that’s down?
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The sounds of the school bus reached my ears just a few seconds too late.
“No!” I shouted, frantically waving my hands as it pulled away without my kids.
Desperate, I turned to our vehicle thinking I’d have to use it when I remembered the “low in fuel” message that came up the last time I drove it.
Ugh. No gas.
One of the school kids must have seen me waving my hands like a crazy woman, because ...
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Breaking into a bag of plastic egg timers, our speaker challenged us to use them during our daily prayer times.
He told us to take those three minutes of flowing sand to focus and “be still” before God.
Selecting a pink timer, I really had no idea what I was getting myself into.
My prayer life was just fine – or so I thought. It was a matter of getting it done right? And, if I could pray while doing other things, well it was all the better.
Being still really didn’t matter all that much did it?
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