I’ve just returned from a long weekend “down South” where I attended my parents’ 50th wedding anniversary celebration. For various reasons, it was decided that I would fly down by myself for a few days. I was excited about taking a vacation from motherhood and spending a few days with my extended family, acting like a grown-up, not just a mom…thinking complete thoughts, writing some things, reading, sitting quietly (I know, it’s the little things; and I am a nerd.)
But, y’all, how cute were those kids in the airport? And how friendly were those parents with other kids shooting each other knowing glances and making witty repartee about the kids?? Of course, I saw the cuteness everywhere I went. And I called home daily to hear the cuteness. And those grown-ups keep late hours, and don’t take naps.
I am so glad to be back home in mom-ville, doing laundry and enjoying a pajama day, complete with playdates with the neighbor-kids. It’s a good life I got here, y’all. I am grateful.
Overheard on the plane at take-off:
“Mom, I feel just like a tube of toothpaste!”
“[giant gasp of air] IT LOOKS JUST LIKE OUR TRAIN SET AT HOME…BUT WITH A LOT MORE HOUSES…AND A LOT MORE BIGGER!”
I did read a book on the plane called “Here Comes Heaven” by Bill Johnson, who has two other titles over there in my reading list on the sidebar. We’ve been discussing him in my church prayer group this fall. This book is written for kids to help them understand and grow in their relationship with the Holy Spirit. Very different from anything I experienced as I kid, so it was interesting to think about how to explain some of these concepts to kids and imagine what their prayer life might look like. I also got a chance to write some letters I’d been wanting to pen and work on my ds’s birth story, which I had never finished. So, hopefully, I’ll be able to share the fruit of those quiet moments with you in the next few weeks.
The reception for my parents was a simple, yet warm and affirming affair; just what they wanted, I believe.
from Psalm 119
89 Your word, O LORD, is eternal;
it stands firm in the heavens.
90 Your faithfulness continues through all generations;
you established the earth, and it endures.
91 Your laws endure to this day,
for all things serve you.
I am so grateful for my family, for those who came before me and for those who have come after me. We are not perfect, but the author and perfecter of our faith is. He is faithful. His love endures forever.
I was a little bit sad to realize that many of the children of my parents’ peers have fallen away from their faith. I would hate for them to miss out on their greatest inheritance.
from Philippians 1:6, 9-10
…he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus.
9And this is my prayer: that your love may abound more and more in knowledge and depth of insight, 10so that you may be able to discern what is best and may be pure and blameless until the day of Christ, 11filled with the fruit of righteousness that comes through Jesus Christ—to the glory and praise of God.
Lord, graciously hear us.
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