Oh So Convicting

"We must not woolgather. Many believers know nothing of mental discipline. Day and night their thoughts flow on uninterruptedly. They never concentrate, but just let their imaginations roam hither and thither till their minds accumulate such a mass of matter that they can take in nothing more. When people talk to them they cannot follow what is being said, but can only follow the train of their own thoughts and talk of the things that are preoccupying them. It is essential that we learn to quieten our minds so that we can hear and take in what is being said to us."

The Normal Christian Worker by Watchman Nee

What are little boys made of?

Hmmm...wiggle worms!

I have been thinking this week: how confident I was about raising children before Cedric was born. Ha! God has a sense of humor...and isn't it so typical of humanity to always have the answer when we don't have the experience! I'm already learning that my darling, busy, wiggly-giggly little charmer is a handful. He has already learned exactly how to get my attention, and he's tricky! I am apalled to realize that I'm not so sure how I'll break his power over me, after all. I say all this with a smile-because he's so cute-and I might as well enjoy it while it's cute, because it won't stay that way!

I'm still crafty (and cunning...)

Mom picked up a funny little white basket with a pink and white ceramic bunny from Salvation Army...and here it is now! I will confess that when I saw it I wondered if it would be worth the $3 she paid for it. But after a trip to Michaels and a little paint job, I would use it in my own house! Mom suggested I pick up cheap stuff and fix it up and sell it at boutique shops...I'd sure love to. I'm so insecure, though...just too timid to try to talk to shop owners about it. But I must say I'd pay good money for that basket if I was looking for some Easter decor to spring things up! I just love fixing things like that...it's the artist in me. If only I had an outlet and a little extra cash :)

Stars

you should see the stars tonight

how they shimmer shine so bright

against the black they look so white

comin down from such a height

to reach me now, reach me now

you should see the moon in flight

cuttin cross the misty night

softly dancin in sunshine

reflections of this light

reach me now, you reach me now

and how could such a thing

shine its light on me

and make everything beautiful again

and you should feel the sun in spring

comin out after a rain

suddenly all is green

sunshine on everything

i can feel it now, i feel you now

and how could such a thing

shine its light on me

and make everything beautiful

and you should hear the angels sing

all gathered round their King

more beautiful than you could dream

i've been quietly listening

you can hear 'em now, i hear em now

and how could such a King

shine His light on me

and make everything beautiful

and i wanna shine

i wanna be light

i wanna tell you it'll be alright

and i wanna shine and i wanna fly

just to tell you now

it'll be alright, it'll be alright

it'll be alright.

cus i got nothing of my own to give to you

but this light that shines on me shines on you

and makes everything beautiful, again.

it'll be alright, it'll be alright.

David Crowder Band

My Whimsy

Sink my teeth into...

...this big slice of colby cheese I just cut for myself. I like the texture of cheese. And I really just needed to sink my teeth into something.

This morning I met with some women for prayer. I'll be honest: I really didn't want to go this time. I love those women...I just didn't have any words to pray. That sounds horrible, I know, but perhaps I'm weary. Nothing is coming out of my head or heart right now.

The wonderful thing is that for times like these, when I feel speechless, God still isn't. He reminds me of strength to run and not grow weary; of a Holy Spirit who tells Him of my inner turmoil; of the many, many ways He has and will deliver me. What a dear God and what a wonderful Savior. I've been reminded of His desire to be my "Daddy" and of His mercy when I mess up.

I read a book this week and I think I wish I hadn't. It was a sweet book (a true story) of a woman who God gave a dream to become a writer-to write beautiful things that would make people smile. She grew up and got married and had children and gave up the dream...or forgot it? Anyway, a part of her died inside and it took years before she finally realized that she had ignored something important God had given her. And as God gave back her dream...she discovered a joy and fulfillment beyond anything she'd known in years.

I'm not sure if it's the dream part or the writing part that bothered me. Well, either way, I need to buck up and clean my house and eat some more food and find an excuse to drive somewhere (I've been in the house too much this week and definitely have spring fever).