Five Minute Friday – Song

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5-minute-friday-11. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking. (OK, I have to edit, I just do.) 2. Link back here and invite others to join in. 3. Then visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments.

Please give me your best five minutes on:

SONG…

She snuggles close, her breathing soft and quiet. I breathe deep her smell. We all have one and hers makes my heart sing. Her tiny frame is down at the end of the bed with space enough at the top for someone else. Her unique personality even shines when she sleeps. Oh how my hearts bursts as I watch her as only a Mother’s heart will do.  There’s something about watching your child sleep. Peace. Calm.

This girl, my baby, was unexpected. Tears fell as I gazed at that stick. My world interrupted in one small second of time. And yet… this was God’s plan all along. I did not know at the time how one small person could change my life. But He did.

As my heart sings I am reminded that my Heavenly Father perfectly formed and crafted this sweet little person. Someone that would bring me more joy than I ever thought possible. Her hugs and smiles and little “I love you” notes melt me every time. That personality… so unique and bubbly.

My heart swells and I am reminded, once again, that my Father can be trusted. Even when  it doesn’t seem like things are going “according to plan” or “right”… He can be trusted. His heart for me is good. Always for my good. Always.

She wakes and smiles. And my heart starts the day with a song.

Adventure Is Out There

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coloradoSo the first kiss started quite the adventure. I cannot even count the number of times *Justin and I were up late just talking. I loved talking with him. I loved learning about his life, his goals, his dreams. He had big dreams and I loved that about him.

He was also rugged and spontaneous, two traits that I happen to find extremely attractive. My favorite memories of our years of dating are the times he’d call when I got off work and tell me to pack a bag. He had a tent and would pack up a few necessities and we’d be off for the weekend to explore God’s creation together.

Hiking, fishing, boating, biking, exploring, camping… right up my alley. He would build a fire and we would sit next to it while he played his guitar and sang. *heart melted* We were under the stars and it felt like nothing would ever separate us. I mean, we were BEST friends. I told him everything and he did the same. The more I knew about him, the more I loved him.

Our adventures took us all over… from Galveston’s beach to the Grand Tetons in Wyoming. We were travelers who loved the getting there part as much as the actual destination. Never once did we have an itinerary. I’m not that kind of traveler and fortunately he wasn’t either. We would stop when we wanted, stay where we wanted, and just keep driving if we were so inclined. No schedules, no rules.

Our adventurous spirits met up during those years. I have pictures in albums and memories in my heart. The only things left of those years. I miss having an adventurous friend that will pick up and head out to explore with me. Someone who shares my love of traveling without rules and schedules and deadlines, etc. Why go on an adventure if you have a time frame? The best things are found by accident.

But to be honest, I miss my best friend. He knows me better than anyone on the planet… or did. Not so much anymore, but I do miss it. It’s a by-product of divorce no one talks about. The emptiness. The void. The hole that’s left when your best friend is gone.

When Your Mom Surpasses Them All…You Tell Her

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momProverbs 31: The Wife of Noble Character

10 [b]A wife of noble character who can find?
She is worth far more than rubies.
11 Her husband has full confidence in her
and lacks nothing of value.
12 She brings him good, not harm,
all the days of her life.
13 She selects wool and flax
and works with eager hands.
14 She is like the merchant ships,
bringing her food from afar.
15 She gets up while it is still night;
she provides food for her family
and portions for her female servants.
16 She considers a field and buys it;
out of her earnings she plants a vineyard.
17 She sets about her work vigorously;
her arms are strong for her tasks.
18 She sees that her trading is profitable,
and her lamp does not go out at night.
19 In her hand she holds the distaff
and grasps the spindle with her fingers.
20 She opens her arms to the poor
and extends her hands to the needy.
21 When it snows, she has no fear for her household;
for all of them are clothed in scarlet.
22 She makes coverings for her bed;
she is clothed in fine linen and purple.
23 Her husband is respected at the city gate,
where he takes his seat among the elders of the land.
24 She makes linen garments and sells them,
and supplies the merchants with sashes.
25 She is clothed with strength and dignity;
she can laugh at the days to come.
26 She speaks with wisdom,
and faithful instruction is on her tongue.
27 She watches over the affairs of her household
and does not eat the bread of idleness.
28 Her children arise and call her blessed;
her husband also, and he praises her:
29 “Many women do noble things,
but you surpass them all.”
30 Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting;
but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised.
31 Honor her for all that her hands have done,
and let her works bring her praise at the city gate.

 

Mom,

I could have highlighted that ENTIRE passage because you truly are this woman. A woman who has dedicated her life to serving the Lord no matter what life brings. I have watched you raise three kids (and that was no easy task, I know), stand by your husband, suffer loss, handle tough medical news, learn a new “trade” – sign language, minister to others, be a steadfast friend, show kindness to those who didn’t deserve it, and be a prayer warrior for all those you know.

I am truly blessed to rise up and called YOU blessed. Because you are.

What an honor it is to be your daughter. To have been selected to be yours on this earth. There is no greater compliment than to have someone say that I remind them of you.

My children are also blessed. Not only do you pray for them but you love them in ways I cannot. A way only a grandmother can. Ways they will remember for life, just as I remember Nanny and Grandma. You are their treasure on this earth and nothing will ever match your love in their hearts. I’m so thankful they have you as a role model.

Praying you are blessed this Mother’s Day just as you have blessed me and so many others. You truly do “surpass them all”.

I love you!!!

Sheila