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Run with a sparkle

Hey all you mamas out there – how are you doing? It’s a lot, isn’t it? The responsibilities, pressures, concerns and worries… the laundry and school assignments and decisions and cooking and workload … and then Christmas comes and brings a whole new set of pressure.

My youngest turns 13 a week before Christmas, so we are planning for as much birthday magic as we can muster in these busy days with all the Christmas going on, and I’ll be honest – this mama gets tired and a bit overwhelmed sometimes.


So when I read this verse, I had to go back and read it again. And then I needed to look at the Hebrew definitions for the words I read because somehow I had always missed this and needed to know the depth of this promise. “He tends his flock like a shepherd: He gathers the lambs in his arms and carries them close to his heart; he gently leads those that have young.” Is 40:11

I’ve always read that verse as one sheep-Shepherd relationship – but this morning I saw the last words: “He gently leads those that have young” – and my heart jumped when I realized He means me! He’s not just a Shepherd for the flock (the masses) or for the lambs, but He sees us mamas in all our chaos – and He GENTLY leads!


Literally it means “to the nursing ewes, He leads, gives rest, leads with care, guides to a watering place or station, causes to rest, brings to a station or place of rest, guides, refreshes”

This isn’t just a “pointing the way” God … this is a Shepherd who sees our exhausted bodies and burdened spirits and tends to our weary souls. He promises refreshment, nourishment, guidance, and a watering hole. Another definition puts it like this: “to run with a sparkle, to protect, sustain:—carry, feed, guide, lead (gently, on)”


Oh how my spirit needed this today – to know that I am seen in all I carry as a mother – and to know it matters to Him, and to open my heart to His promises that reach right into that very specific place.

I hope you are refreshed and strengthened by that as much as I am today! Take heart, tired mamas! You’re not alone.

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The trouble with chariots

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You would think by now I’d have it figured out. At least certain things in life seem like they should be a given – and yet as I stare down a birthday that marks another trip around the sun, I wonder why I feel like I’m just beginning to learn some things that seem so obvious.

So here goes. You might call this a confession of sorts. Or maybe a resolution for a new year, a new perspective. Call it what you may, on this day before my birthday, I feel the need to lay bare my heart a little.

We’ve all had those days – you form a plan, scrawl out the to-do list, run through the day just trying to keep up with the next thing, and end your day with more on that perpetual to do 2to-do list than when you started? All the while thinking, “if only I could only be more disciplined … if only there just weren’t so many interruptions … if only I had more hours in the day”

There are the mundane things you have to do, like laundry, dishes, feeding the starving children who make all the dirty clothes and leave trails of Legos all over your floor … we so often hurry through these things so we can get to the “important” part of our day. And yet, if you’ve read anything I’ve written over the last few years, you will see the traces of God helping me see that there is no “mundane” – no part of the day lived outside His sweet and redeeming presence. We worship with our hands in soapy water and our heads bent low over another toilet that needs to be cleaned. I have been helped in this journey by reminders like this: “So whether you eat or drink, or whatever you do, do all for the glory of God” – 1 Corinthians 10:30. The refrain is echoed in one of my favorite books – Every Moment Holy. There are prayers in this precious book that claim every moment – even the changing of diapers – for the God we ultimately serve. Reeling me back in to focus on what is really important. I try to camp here.

I know this and believe this with all my heart. I have pontificated at length about this, as if all the words will somehow form me into a deep soul who can live in this place. So why do I get impatient when my precious son interrupts my busy to-do list with his latest silly joke? Why do I feel like what I need to do is more important than the situation in front of me, taking me away from my plans so that I find it almost impossible to give an entire day to God? Why do I feel such impossible tension between what I believe and what I do?

And herein lies my confession. I still want to be in control. You might even say I need to be in control. I’m a fairly rational person – I believe that if you hand me a map, I can figure out the shortest distance between point A and point B. Just point me in the direction I need to go, and I’ll make a way for us to get there. And I want everyone to stand back, get out of my way, and not muck up my beautifully crafted plan. That’s where the logic flies off the rails: I am completely comfortable handing my whole life over to Jesus – just let me handle this day!

And He’s not letting me get by with it. A couple weeks ago, I had something important happening at my house that I needed to be home for. I had a couple quick errands to run, and had it all planned out. A stop at the iPhone repair store, a quick hop over to another store to pick something up, and then back home just in time. It was supposed to work perfectly, but I didn’t factor in Murphy. Well, I don’t have to tell you what happens next in this little story because we’ve all lived it – there was the customer in front of me that took much longer than expected … the store that didn’t have what I needed … the trip across town to another store to track down the item … yada yada yada. And I suddenly found myself fuming in traffic, berating myself for choosing the wrong time and the wrong stop on that packed day. With the red traffic light glaring down at me and the cars all around, it was like I could suddenly hear the chuckle of God as He whispered to me, “Do you really think I can’t handle this?”

And I had to laugh at myself a bit along with Him. Because that’s the problem with chariot 4chariots – they may be helpful and kinda impressive but they’re really not that trustworthy.

“some trust in chariots and some in horses, but we trust in the name of the Lord our God” (Psalm 20:6)

I’ve been trusting in my grand plan and my strength to carry it out. Trusting in myself to make it happen. Here I stand before the God who flung the galaxies into space and parted the Red Sea – the God who has shown up in amazing ways in my own life – and I complain about a little interruption in my “perfect” plan? This is where I find my imbalance.

I wonder … do you feel this with me? Maybe time isn’t your challenge – maybe it’s your finances. Or your career. Or that unhealthy relationship that you just can’t get past. What are you trying to control that you need to release today … release to the One who created and designed you, your situation, and this specific day in the middle of it all?

It is commonly known that Bach would inscribe the bottom of many pages of his compositions with the initials “SDG”- indicating Soli Deo Gloria – “to God alone be the glory”. I recently discovered that he would usually include something else, and this rounds it all out for me! At the top of the page before he would write the beautiful music God brought to life in his soul, he would scribble the initials “JJ”. They stand for “Jesu Juva” – “Jesus, help me!” How many mornings have you stared down a day with that cry in your heart? I know I feel it this sleepy morning. There’s a difference between just doing a day and doing it well. I want to inhabit that difference – to bring that awareness into every decision. I want to find myself stopping more often, asking God what I should do next instead of just blindly rushing into the next moment on my list. I pray that this next year will be marked by this intentionality.

So as I sit here this morning and watch the sun rise, I’m already making my plans for the day. And I think that’s ok – we all have schedules and things to accomplish. But in the middle of it all, I’m grateful for this reminder from Elisabeth Eliot: “Lord, You have assigned my portion and my cup, and have made my lot secure’ (Ps16:5). I know of no greater simplifier for all of life. Whatever happens is assigned. Every assignment is measured and controlled for my eternal good. As I accept the given portion other options are cancelled. Decisions become much easier, directions clearer, and hence my heart becomes inexpressibly quieter.”

I’ve been feeling a bit undone today.

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Let’s be honest – not just today. I’m not really sure when it started, but my spirit is feeling restless and crowded.

Sometimes life just sidles up and catches you off guard. The mornings filled with all the chaos and noise that accompanies homeschooling, the dishes that won’t stop getting dirty and the mountains of laundry to be folded. The work assignments that pile up and the messages that need to be answered. The play dates with friends … basketball for one kid, taekwondo for the other… the lineup of needs that call to you every time you think you’ll catch a minute for yourself.

I know the many details of your life are different than mine, but do you feel it with me? That out of breath feeling where you think the edges just might be fraying but you haven’t stopped to look long enough to find out? And honestly, maybe you’re a little scared to look too closely. Because if we don’t stop, maybe we won’t notice how we’re falling apart on the inside. That giving 100% of yourself doesn’t meet all the needs around you – and at the end of the day, there’s just not enough of you to go around?

I keep waiting for life to slow down so I can catch a glimpse of God – but through the noise I keep hearing Him say, “find me here”.

Find Him here? In all this mess and noise?

How do I quiet my soul in this loud world to hear God’s gentle whisper?

I was putting up a nativity in my bedroom the other night – and I found myself cradling the manger a little longer than normal. Like if I held on to that cold ceramic Jesus for a few extra minutes, He might warm my heart a bit.

Then, as I reached for the wise man to set him next to Jesus, I found myself holding my breath – it was like I was feeling an unexpected tinge of envy over the gift that magi was holding out to Jesus. I found my mouth uttering these words, “What do I have left for you Lord? What do I have to offer you here at the end of this day?”

And then these words come back to me from Oswald Chambers – “My personal life may be crowded with small petty incidents, altogether unnoticeable and mean (average); but if I obey Jesus Christ in the haphazard circumstances, they become pinholes through which I see the face of God, and when I stand face to face with God I will discover that through my obedience thousands were blessed… If I obey Jesus Christ, the Redemption of God will rush through me to other lives, because behind the deed of obedience is the Reality of Almighty God”

Pinholes through which I see the face of God!

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There it is! In that moment, as I saw a wise man holding out his gift in a little Nativity on my dresser tonight, I saw myself. My gift isn’t made of gold and doesn’t smell of Frankincense, but it holds the same value to Jesus. And as I plunge my hands into a sink full of dirty dishes, tackle that laundry mountain with renewed energy, or just simply let my heart wrap around this gift of mothering these 3 loud and wonderful children, I feel the hardness seep out of my heart as I let myself offer these gifts to God. My gift is obedience in this moment. My gift to Him is this moment.

Here in this moment, this tired spirit hears these words from Psalm 51, and I am renewed: “My sacrifice, O God, is a broken spirit; a broken and contrite heart you, God, will not despise.”

He doesn’t want all that I do, He wants all that I am. I know this – I have pleaded with others to believe it. And yet somehow I stumble into this lie that I just need to finish this next thing, and then I’ll have more time for Jesus. That if I can just get past this next deadline, this next week full of appointments and to do lists, then I will finally have time to rest and seek His face. That these mundane chores and interruptions are what’s keeping me from a deeper walk with Jesus – all while He’s waiting to meet me in the chores and through the interruptions.

“Peter walked on water to go to Jesus, but followed Him afar off on the land… it requires the supernatural grace of God to live 24 hours in every day as a saint, to go through drudgery as a disciple, to live an ordinary, unobserved, ignored existence as a disciple of Jesus. It is inbred in us that we have to do exceptional things for God; but we have not. We have to be exceptional in the ordinary things, to be holy in mean streets, among mean people, and this is not learned in five minutes” – Oswald Chambers

But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us” 2 Corinthians 4:7

Lord, help me – help us all – find You here in this place. Right here where we are. And may we gaze up the shafts of our moments of obedience to find your face!

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