Judge Yourself at What Christ is

Finding My Way

Fast-Track Kindergarten
(I found this very interesting)

A Little Weekend Drama
(my worst nightmare!)

Jesus Wasn’t Kidding

Reflections on Hearing the Voice of God

Like-Minded Friends
(I really love this one)

As mom’s we often used the words “It just goes by so fast…”

I say them all the time.

And yet, there is just not enough weight in these words to capture what I’m trying to express.

It sounds too casual. 

“Oh look, she’s growing up!”  Like a nice little observation, and then you casually go on with your day.

But that’s not what I’m saying.

What I’m saying in my heart, when I choose to say out loud that “It just goes by so fast…” 

is more along the lines of this…

I can’t remember enough. 

I want to hold on to every bit of this little life so desperately. 

Of course I knew, when the nurses kicked her out of the hospital nursery the night she was born because she wouldn’t stop crying, that we were in for big trouble. 

And I knew when she absolutely refused a bottle at two months old, robbing me of my way of escape, this girl was gonna be tough. 

But if I could just somehow bottle up the way she giggled, and the way her rolly little legs felt  as she sat on my hip…it seems like just yesterday I stuck her in a hatbox and told her to smile pretty for mommy!

If I look back at pictures I can remember bits and pieces of life with her at one, and two…but so much of it is a blur.

  Swirled up with the busyness of her big sister and the arrival of her little sister. 

Am I the only mother who can’t remember all those little details? 

I feel like my brain is just a million times too small to contain all that I want to remember, to be able to think back and treasure. 

So I rely on pictures, videos, journal entries…whatever pieces I can pull together to conjure up memories of this beautiful little life that is flying by faster than I can keep up with. 

It’s like a bite of cheesecake that you just want to savor and not swallow because it’s that good.  But of course you have to swallow, because that’s how it works.

And I have to watch her grow, though I wish I could slow it down and soak it up more.

I wish I could tell the world to just stop…make life just take a break, and give me utter stillness so I can do nothing but watch this beautiful life in front of me.

I wish I could hold every precious little moment in my hand and look at it forever…of course, it might not be so special if it wasn’t so fleeting.

She’s five.

Five.

I know when she’s thirteen, five will seem like babyhood. 

But today it feels old.

And babyhood seems like it flashed by in the blink of an eye and I barely got to catch my breath before it was over.

It just goes by so fast.

My mouth shall speak the praise of the Lord,
And all flesh shall bless His holy name
Forever and ever.

~Psalm 145:21

Something to think about…

One of the marks of a certain type of bad man is that he cannot give up a thing himself without wanting every one else to give it up.  That is not the Christian way.  An individual Christian may see fit to give up all sorts of things for special reasons–marriage, or meat, or beer, or the cinema; but the moment he starts saying the things are bad in themselves, or looking down his nose at other people who do use them, he has taken the wrong turning.

~C.S. Lewis
Mere Christianity

Always measure your life solely by the standards of Jesus.  Submit yourself to His yoke, and His alone; and always be careful never to place a yoke on others that is not of Jesus Christ.  It takes God a long time to get us to stop thinking that unless everyone sees things exactly as we do, they must be wrong.  That is never God’s view.  There is only one true liberty–the liberty of Jesus at work in our conscience enabling us to do what is right.  … Jeus said, “Go…and make disciples…” (Matt. 28:19), not, “Make converts to your own thoughts and opinions.”

~Oswald Chambers
My Utmost for His Highest