After 12:07, I went from a high moment to an equally measured low low
After releasing 3 posts, 2 with hard topics from the heart, one sweet – there were attacks that sought to bring me and mine down.
After the sweetness, the hug, the cocoon of home growing these boys
the world that doesn’t care escalated potential crisis after weeks of answered prayers, of faith walking, of prayers going out and returning – the world tried to change His plan, His answers, His hope blooming.
After all that bearing possibly too much – too much challenge revealed, maybe too much thankfulness for what He has done – the world bit hard – and I find myself today without words
but with peace, with people from surprising places encouraging
After the attack, working with 3 of my boys and my knight in shining armor with our little business after a day of working for somebody else – there was laughter, revealing of the dailies, more laughter, a sigh of relief that I had made it through the rat working its way through the belly of the snake
There are no more words – just a soaking, a letting Him wash over me, cooling my fevered mama brow, a drying out of the tears that fell into my heart, a slowing down of my heart beat, a sitting with my head against His shoulder, leaning into Him in spent rest where the healing from this unlooked for, unseen challenge hit.
If you’ve a minute – stop by, read what I wrote that I think maybe this attack came because of – not from any of you, not from anyone I know on this side of my computer – just the deceiver who doesn’t want the Father’s plan to advance for a life prayed for, a life well loved.
Life isn’t perfect here at Blue Cotton Memory – I cannot express how much I miss the pre-1os – when love was from my boys was abundantly shown, forgiveness freely given – and how humbled I have become but how big my faith has grown at seeing what God does – that God is not surprised that He doesn’t want me to lower my eyes in shame that my boys are not perfect – but raise my hands in praise that He is more than able to shepherd them to His gates than I am – that good boys become teens struggling – and that God – He really does answer those prayers. A note that there seems to be a problem in our culture, with teens wanting to run-away – teens from caring parents, Godly homes, tremendous support – want to run-away – why is that? what can we do?
Solution Revolution – Revealing much here – but so wanting other moms to not delay on challenges that require out-of-the-box challenges – “When “the same things” don’t work, a vigilant parent creates alternative strategies. Yet, what do you do when none of the alternative strategies don’t work”
Shifting Gears – just a plain sweet poem about the cycle of love in a truck – living out hard messages needs sweet moments like this.
I usually don’t post so much in a week – but this was the timing. After I pushed the publish button, the devil tried to give me a big smack down – but God was there – standing between me and that smack down, pulling me and my family into his protective embrace.