I Love You More

Thoughts while I’m smack dab in the middle of figuring out my relationship with the internet…. enjoy. 🙂

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In the middle of a crazy and mundane day, you’re there.
When my small world seems meager, you’re there.
Shimmering off the screen, you beckon me to take a sip.
Just a sip.
A sip of ten minutes to scroll the page and see what’s new.
But I know you.
And I know me.
It’s never just a sip.

A sip becomes a gulp becomes a drowning.
Drowning my attention, my creativity, my adoration.
Even when I’m not with you, you steal my heart away.
But I can’t let you steal anymore.

I have two little girls, four little eyes, locked on me.
Waiting for me, aching for me.
Let me drown in them.

When it’s all said and done, I won’t wish I had spent more time online.
I’ll wish I had spent more time on them.
My treasures.

And He is waiting, too.
Longing to fill the longing.
Longing to make my small world glorious.

So I say “I love you more” and I shut off the screen.
Glory

Because Time Is So Very Precious

Precious
Because time is so very precious, I say no when I used to say yes.

Because time is so very precious, my window sills are the dustiest.

Because time is so very precious, we sit and watch the sun set.

Because time is so very precious, we eat the store-bought bread and don’t fret.

Because time is so very precious, I hold her when she asks. Even though her gangly legs dangle down.

Because time is so precious, I trace the outline of her eyelashes brown.

And pause.
And smile.
And breathe.
And beg.
Beg for time to slow.
Because time is so very precious, and I don’t want to let go.

A Mother’s Love

Mother's Love

A spouse’s love is the Most Sacred of loves, going so far as to be the picture of Christ’s love for us. But a mother’s love is the Most Natural of loves, flowing freely. Aboundingly. Intrinsically. To mother is to love. You can’t separate the two. How do I know this? Because I know my mother’s love…and because I am now a mother.

I know things get broken in our world- including hearts, homes, and relationships.
Not everyone knows a mother’s love. 
I know that mothers get tired and cross and lost and yell.
Not every mother feels like they are good at loving. 

But the truth is that God can heal broken mothers.
And God can heal through broken mothers.
In a line where hurt mothers hurt mothers, running through the generations, God can change the course and set mothers free. Free to be His kind of mothers.
How do I know this? Because I’ve seen God do it in my mother… and because I’ve seen Him do it in me.

And that’s why I can fully say, “Mom, you are like home to me.” When we’re laughing, chatting, cooking, shopping, Call-the-Midwife-marathoning, commiserating, living– I feel at home when I’m with you.

For nine months you were my residence, but you will always be like home.
I thank God for this great gift.
I love you. 🙂

My Mom and Me

The Friendship Series: The Quiet Ones

The Quiet Ones

Hello there. 🙂 It’s been awhile since we met. Between chasing summer sunshine and a busy toddler, it’s been hard to drop in. But here I am, ready to continue our discussion on friendship…

Today, let’s talk about the Quiet Ones. Yes, the introverts. Although not an expert on personality types, I am an introvert and have learned a thing or two about dealing with these unique creatures. 🙂

To start, not all introverts are quiet. (I simply use the term “Quiet Ones” as an affectionate name for the souls who recharge on their own.) And not all introverts dislike people. In fact, I would venture to say that many, many introverts actually love people. It’s just that, unlike our extrovert counterparts, we can only take so much of others. People may engage us, inspire us, interest us, and warm us- but they also deplete us. Seriously. We need to gear up to be with other humans- and then we need to recharge afterwards. That’s just the way we’re wired.

But don’t let our seeming finickiness scare you away! We can be some of the most loyal, thoughtful, and steady friends you’ll ever have- with all our own quirks to boot. We just need some special care. Here are a few tips:

1. Choose quiet settings. We are much more apt to enjoy a coffee date than an all-night rave. Being more sensitive to stimulation, calmer settings put us at ease. We can then let our guard down and connect.

2. Smaller is better. Although we may find the mixer event to be a fun novelty once in a while, we are much more comfortable in small group settings- even one on ones. We can better give of ourselves when we only have a few people to interact with- our energy reserves go further. Put us in the middle of too many people and we can start to “hermit” away….

but….

3. Don’t let us hermit away! Yes, we may need breaks from people and space for our souls to breathe, but we also NEED people! Despite what we may think sometimes. 🙂 Don’t give up on us if we’re quiet or seem aloof. We are probably hungering to be your friend- we just need a warm up.

4. Write us a note. Not pigeonholing here, but words mean a lot to almost every introvert I know. So try writing us a note. I bet we’ll keep it for an insane amount of years, stored away in a Rubbermaid box in our bedroom closet, waiting for our heirs to sort through all the papers someday. Not that I know from personal experience or anything. 😉

5. Forgive us. Finally, as introverts, we need forgiveness. Often. Sometimes our need to be alone- to recharge solo and focus on ourselves- can slip unconsciously into selfishness. We don’t mean to be selfish. Truly. We just need reminders that there are so many people besides us- in the physical world outside our heads. 🙂

What about you? Do you know a Quiet One you can uniquely bless today?

The Friendship Series: Forgiveness

Now that we’re sufficiently ticked off, how do we keep being friends? For yes, our friends will tick us off, annoy us, disappoint us, offend us, and hurt us. That’s what people do from time to time. That’s what we do from time to time.

Although the first inclination may be to adopt the hermit life, or put up walls and never be vulnerable again, we must stop. Stop and consider our debt.

Not unlike the unforgiving servant in Matthew 18, we owed a debt we could never repay. Burdened with sin, slanderous at heart, putrid and vile inside, our best attempts at goodness were like bloody rags (Isaiah 64:6).

Yet God forgave us.

As we sit and consider our debt- really think upon it’s weightiness- we see things differently. Suddenly, the forgotten phone calls and overwhelming chatter don’t seem so big. Suddenly, the offenses seems so small. If God forgave us, how can we not forgive our friends?

“And be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, even as God in Christ forgave you .” (New King James Version, Ephesians 4:32) (emphasis mine)

God knows our pain. He understands the hurt. Let us share it with Him, for He longs to carry our burdens. He longs to heal our hearts. Stop trying to muster up grace, let us run to God and ask for His grace to forgive our friends.

He wants to help us.

And He is pleased when we want to love like Him.

Forgiveness