The best day ever...

I shared this story from 4 years ago at the women's study at church last week. How often do we -- do I -- complain about what I don't have and then fail to rejoice at God's goodness to others? I've never forgotten this - how 4yo Gavin demonstrated what it means to rejoice with those who rejoice, even when -- especially when -- there's nothing in it for me.

Celebrating Mason's birthday with all four grand-littles together -- for three delightful hours on a Sunday afternoon -- was pure joy.    

They are gifts of immeasurable worth -- each one of them, and I'm inspired by their examples of an innocent faith and joy in the simple pleasures of life.

With individual and unique personalities and character traits, they are both a challenge to parent (and grandparent) and a source of great delight and entertainment -- keeping us on our knees one moment and rejoicing in laughter and God's blessings the next.

Four and a half year old Gavin is a perfect example. There's no denying it -- he can be a handful. Strong willed, rambunctious and not the most compliant little boy, yet I've never seen a child be happier with any gift he is given or be a more cheerful giver than Gavin. Though he wants them back when the game is over, he often plays at giving his toys away as gifts. 
Each one must give as he has decided in his heart, not reluctantly or under compulsion, for God loves a cheerful giver.

At Mason's party, Gavin watched with excitement as both Mason and two year old Austin opened gifts from the family. Not once did he sulk or complain that there were no gifts for him. If I had been Gavin, I might have felt sorry for myself -- the only one, except for six month old Addisyn, to not have a present to open. But standing in the middle of all the excitement, the floor littered with wrapping paper and most of Mason's and Austin's gifts opened, Gavin happily declared, "This is the best day ever."

I want to be more like Gavin -- a cheerful giver who wholeheartedly rejoices at the gifts of others.

"Mimi's Tribe"

Photos: that delightful Sunday afternoon and this mimi with all four grand-littles - Austin, Mason, Addisyn and Gavin.


I {LOVE} Sunday::to know the path of life...

You make known to me the path of life;
in your presence there is fullness of joy;
at your right hand are pleasures forevermore.
Psalm 16:11

With the Sunday Community at Lisha's #GiveMeGrace


Still Saturday::to fill with stories that matter...

...when we take the time to stop and rest, to stop and focus, to stop and purposefully decide what we will choose to do with our lives -- we will begin to engage God and those around us in more intentional ways, and our lives will begin to fill with the kinds of experiences and stories that really matter. Stories full of purpose.
~ Matt Knisely, Framing Faith, p.19

Sandra Heska King - Still Saturday


It's the one thing I'm sure I can be without fail...

I'm battling the sins of comparison, perfectionism, and the not-good-enoughs, and in my weaker moments, I'm tempted to give up.

You would love my friend Lisa. She's glamorous, articulate and gifted in the many ways I am not. Lisa has led the women's study at church for years, and it's more than intimidating for a simple, often tongue-tied, country girl like me to take the lead from Lisa this fall.

I've considered buying new clothes {as though I could remake my sixty-something self to look as elegant as Lisa}, but that would only amplify my sin with poor stewardship. Like it or not, we're all stuck with me.

So I'm pressing on - laughing at myself because the opportunities are numerous and it's better than crying. Mostly I'm preaching the gospel to myself and believing that God's promises to Paul are mine, too.
My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.
And anyway, it's Jesus, not Lisa, that I'm to follow, and that I can do and be without fail, because...
The only thing that qualifies us to be followers of Jesus is that we are sinners who need grace. Sinners are the only kind of people Jesus calls.
~ Jon Bloom, Out of Sight
{Photos - early September in my neck of the woods}


Still Saturday::clipping the wings of thoughts...



Meditation clippeth the wings of thoughts,
which otherwise would fly away at the first clapping of the world’s hands.

~ Spurgeon

Sandra Heska King - Still Saturday