This Is My Home, These Are My People

This is my home, these are my people.

This is the staircase with an extra stair and loose post, treads worn from traffic.

These are the floors that are daily walked on by feet of all sizes, leaving prints of mud or water or tiny sock fuzz.

This is the living room, where friends gather and forts are made and plants are watered. The sun shines bright on little faces watching trucks and cars, people and dogs. There are waves to neighbors and excited peeks to see if Daddy is home.

These are the books we read and re-read, shelf upon shelf upon shelf. We gather ideas, connect thoughts, giggle and share funny faces. These are the stories we tuck away, the people we learn from.

This is the kitchen, the heart of our home. This is where owies are mended, emotions are dealt with, bellies are filled. This is where lessons are taught and handwriting practiced, where more books are read and recipes learned. This is where herbs are potted, and remedies are made and administered. This is where gifts are made for friends and strangers, where conversations of every kind are had and countless prayers are said. This is where God provides and multiplies.

These are my children, who love life and learning. These are the ones who fill our home with laughter and creativity, who leave PVC pipe mazes in odd places and who tuck in their stuffed animals at quiet time. These are the ones God knit together, giving me the gift of motherhood. The ones He uses to sanctify me and make me more like Himself. These are the ones I in turn am able to teach and train in His ways.

This is my husband, the driving force of our home. This is the man who seeks the Lord and His will, who sets the course for our family and whom we happily follow. This is the man who is constantly learning and sharing what he learns, the one who teaches and listens and guides. This is the man who shares in our joys, dries our tears and makes us laugh. This is my husband, who shows me and our children more about Christ. This man makes our lives so rich.

These are the days that begin early, when the Lord graciously pries open my eyelids to teach me His ways. These are the mornings coffee is made while it’s dark and Scripture is read before little ones awake. These are the mornings God shows Himself mighty.

These are the days of sanctification, of roots going down deep. These are the days the Lord teaches and instructs, convicts and forgives. The days He fills with joy and peace and satisfaction. These are the best days, the days He has given us.

There are many rooms to this house, for nourishing, serving, growing and praising. These are the places and the faces He has surrounded me with. The gifts He has sweetly given. This is my home, and these are my people.

Learning As I Go || Friday Magnify

"Oh, magnify the Lord with me,
And let us exalt His name together."
Psalm 34:3

“No Mom,” my oldest said with raised brows. “I can’t read.”

“Yes, you can,” I told him, matching the brows.

“No, I can’t!”

I pushed aside the paper he was working on, realizing where the disconnect was.

“Last year,” I looked at him, “you didn’t know what those words said. But you knew the sounds, and you’ve learned how to put the sounds together.”

He looked at me.

“Putting the sounds together is reading, buddy.”

“Wait, it is?”

“Yes!”

“So I can read every book now?”

“Sure! You just put the sounds together to make the words.”

The lightbulb went on, and he sat down satisfied.

Well, we have spent years learning letters and sounds. It has been a slow process, and we have been fighting an “I can’t do it” attitude for quite a long time. But I guess I missed an obvious part of the lesson I was supposed to teach. I’m not sure how it wasn’t communicated that stringing sounds together makes words…but somehow, it wasn’t. Or at least, it wasn’t understood! Mental note for all future students: make sure they see the connection between sounds and making words.

My little buddy will start reading books on his own soon enough, and what joy he will have when he does. Someday, he will not be telling himself he can’t. He’ll be enjoying the fact that he can.

And today, I am laughing at myself and how I miss things sometimes! I’m sure it won’t be the last time, either. Isn’t this how parenting is, learning as we go? Praise God He works all things for the good of those who love Him! And I am so grateful that one way or another, my kids will learn what they need to learn. Whether I point out the obvious or not. :)

Wonder on a Trail || Friday Magnify

"Oh, magnify the Lord with me,
And let us exalt His name together."
Psalm 34:3

If you look closely, there are two boys hiding in those trees. Two boys bundled up in warm coats, hats, and gloves for a cold New England winter. Two boys with energy to rival race dogs, ready to explore some local trails.

Behind the camera is a mom whose heart is full and whose fingers are starting to freeze. A mom holding a small dog who would like to be a race dog, but who is restrained on a long lead.

To the side is a path full of rocks the two bundled boys love to pick through. Beyond that are trails with little waterfalls, exposed roots, hidden mushrooms. Joy-inducing nature, delicately crafted by a most amazing Creator.

Down one trail are views of a river, bitterly cold but not frozen yet. A few more months and two boys and their mother and dog will walk down and watch ice chunks floating downstream. For now, they watch birds duck under the water and reappear a few feet away. Giggles ensue.

One boy decides he needs a bathroom, and fast. Three bundled people turn the dog around and hurry back along the trail, hating to say no to the distractions of new mushrooms and rocks to climb and bridges to run across. They make it to the car with little time to spare.

Home again, home again, jiggity-jog. The door unlocked quickly, children and dog scramble out, everyone hurrying to remove bundles. Bathroom door slams.

Mom sighs, takes a sip of cold coffee. Immensely thankful for coats, hats, gloves. For a pocket camera, an energetic group of littles, a place to take in the wonder of Creation. For a home to return to, cozy and warm, to talk about findings and make plans for the next venture out.

What joy this Creator gives!

God's Forgiveness || Friday Magnify

"Oh, magnify the Lord with me,
And let us exalt His name together."
Psalm 34:3

Every now and then I am overwhelmed by the responsibility of being a parent. All of my failings and shortcomings are on center stage, and I am plagued with doubt. How can I do this well, when I feel like a total mess? How will my children grow up knowing the Lord, if I give them a poor example of a Christ follower? I know I’m not alone in wondering these things!

In response to this we often hear that we really aren’t that bad, or that God will never give us more than we can handle. We receive some platitudes and move on. Or, we look at our failures and dramatically exaggerate them and think we are just the worst.

Well, sometimes we moms really are that bad. We do sin, and those decisions have consequences. Other times, we have messed up but the solution isn’t a good ol’ pity party that is nursing our pride. And sometimes, God surely does give us more than we can handle - ever looked at Job, or Nehemiah, or Paul? The point isn’t what we can handle, the point is that God is strong and worthy of glory. We have chances to learn our need of Him, and we see Him strong through our weaknesses.

So as I sit and mull over the week, I’m reminded that He is so good regardless of my shortcomings. He brings me back to the foot of the cross, where I humbly ask forgiveness and am given yet another fresh start. He reminds me that my kids need to see this repentance-and-forgiveness cycle in action; they don’t need to see a mom who pretends to never sin. They need to see a mom who asks her Lord, and her family, for forgiveness and then tries again. They need to see that mistakes brushed under the rug only breed more sin, instead of effectively dealing with them straight on.

How grateful I am for His forgiveness. I don’t deserve it, yet He gives it in abundance. It truly yields the best life. I am grateful for the best Teacher, that I might learn and then pass on this knowledge to my children. I am grateful that I can pray and ask the Lord for help, in my own life and in regard to my children. He is so good!

“Blessed is he whose transgression is forgiven,
Whose sin is covered.”
Psalm 32:1

Amen!