"On our own we are nothing; all light shines through relationships. We cannot obey Jesus' word to be come childlike without loving an actual child. He or she will be our guide into this forgotten land."
Mike Mason - "The Mystery of Children"
Showing posts with label 36 weeks. Show all posts
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Thursday, September 2, 2010
Photos at 36 Weeks...
"On our own we are nothing; all light shines through relationships. We cannot obey Jesus' word to be come childlike without loving an actual child. He or she will be our guide into this forgotten land."
Mike Mason - "The Mystery of Children"
A New Perspective...
Thank you, thank you.
Each of your comments, personal notes, facebook messages, etc. comforted me in ways unimaginable.
Today I am filled with a rest and peace, knowing that I am surrounded by a community of women who have gone before me and who are currently walking this road with me.
I stumbled upon this beautiful song... It delivers the same message many of you so lovingly shared with me.
I can't wait to hold her in my arms. I have a feeling I will say the same words as the artist, "I never knew His love.. Until I knew this love".
Each of your comments, personal notes, facebook messages, etc. comforted me in ways unimaginable.
Today I am filled with a rest and peace, knowing that I am surrounded by a community of women who have gone before me and who are currently walking this road with me.
I stumbled upon this beautiful song... It delivers the same message many of you so lovingly shared with me.
I can't wait to hold her in my arms. I have a feeling I will say the same words as the artist, "I never knew His love.. Until I knew this love".
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Fears and Revelations...
I have a confession...
I haven't written because I've been afraid of my own expectations... that each blog post must surpass the last. (Which might be physically impossible after my father's letter.) That I must be thoughtful, and reflective. That I should only write if I have something worth saying and the time with which to say it poignantly.
Well, I no longer have the time or the energy, and evidently this has been the week where I have discovered that my expectations are unreasonably high.
Time has flown by. Simply flown.
There is so much I had "wanted" to do, so many tasks "to complete before the baby". And now I find myself just wanting to ponder her impending arrival. To sit and feel her move within me and imagine her little heels and bottom as they shove against me.
She is coming... and quite honestly, she doesn't need anything but Adam and I. So why is it that I want to have so much accomplished? Why am I fixating on the tiniest details? Why am I so concerned with remembering something after the fact?
These days are so precious. So limited. Why am I spending them consumed with fears? Has not the Lord promised to provide? Shouldn't I be living these days, these last days, in joyful expectation?
No, the nursery has not progressed... the walls have been painted and that is all. The to-do list remains incomplete. The books have not all been read. But my child, my sweet Beatrice, is growing beautifully. I have been granted good health by my heavenly Father. And I am surrounded by phenomenal support.
Rather than ponder all that has yet to be done, may I instead reflect on this quote by Mike Mason, author of "The Mystery of Children":
"A child is a revelation from God. Prophets receive visions, mystics ponder the ineffable, great preachers deliver God's word. but the greatest revelation comes through flesh and blood. Every child is fresh, unheard-of image of God, and children keep coming and coming because the world has not yet conceived of all the fullness of God's glory."
Amen and Amen!
I haven't written because I've been afraid of my own expectations... that each blog post must surpass the last. (Which might be physically impossible after my father's letter.) That I must be thoughtful, and reflective. That I should only write if I have something worth saying and the time with which to say it poignantly.
Well, I no longer have the time or the energy, and evidently this has been the week where I have discovered that my expectations are unreasonably high.
Time has flown by. Simply flown.
There is so much I had "wanted" to do, so many tasks "to complete before the baby". And now I find myself just wanting to ponder her impending arrival. To sit and feel her move within me and imagine her little heels and bottom as they shove against me.
She is coming... and quite honestly, she doesn't need anything but Adam and I. So why is it that I want to have so much accomplished? Why am I fixating on the tiniest details? Why am I so concerned with remembering something after the fact?
These days are so precious. So limited. Why am I spending them consumed with fears? Has not the Lord promised to provide? Shouldn't I be living these days, these last days, in joyful expectation?
No, the nursery has not progressed... the walls have been painted and that is all. The to-do list remains incomplete. The books have not all been read. But my child, my sweet Beatrice, is growing beautifully. I have been granted good health by my heavenly Father. And I am surrounded by phenomenal support.
Rather than ponder all that has yet to be done, may I instead reflect on this quote by Mike Mason, author of "The Mystery of Children":
"A child is a revelation from God. Prophets receive visions, mystics ponder the ineffable, great preachers deliver God's word. but the greatest revelation comes through flesh and blood. Every child is fresh, unheard-of image of God, and children keep coming and coming because the world has not yet conceived of all the fullness of God's glory."
Amen and Amen!
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