All posts tagged: forgiveness

5,000 Lifetimes {Can I Repay God for His Mercy?)

Dear friends, I took the summer off from writing. We played and worked at the lake. Oh, I’m so thankful. But the routine of fall is a lovely thing, like a waltz after a season of cacophony. So I’m thankful for the respite summer break provides, thankful for the family time and the space and the sunshine and I’m thankful for the falling into order that comes as the calendar turns. I’m still praying and wondering about God’s direction for me. I’ve missed interacting with you, missed the time in the Word and in words together. So although I’m still seeking direction, I’ll be here from time to time. Today’s post is all about Mercy. I’m linking up with Lisa-Jo, but I have to confess, I don’t usually stick to the five minute rule. It’s not a matter of refusing to put my words out unedited, but when I consider a passage like this one in Matthew 18, five minutes doesn’t do it justice. I want to be a bit more responsible with that. Mercy …

I Am Not A Normal Mom {Embracing Opportunities to Fail}

“You’re not a normal mom.” He said this to me while we were in the drive through at Taco Bell. It was a before-dinner snack, bean burritos that we scarfed down en route from baseball practice to home. Yeah, we can eat burritos at six  because we probably won’t eat dinner until nearly eight. Not my most brilliant dietary decision, but I’ve discovered I’m waaay past trying to get my kids to eat their vegetables and I’m not really monitoring their before dinner snacking habits. I’m more concerned with getting them to understand their true value in Christ and in helping them learn to take on stress in small doses and teaching them how to show up for practice ready to hustle with an attitude that says, “I’m here for the team”. I’ve climbed many mommy mountains over the years, wasted priceless energy on the wrong things and found myself freaking out over all the minutia of things like science projects and halloween costumes. The view from here, after eighteen years of hands-on motherhood (with …

To My Aging Mom {A Letter}

Mom, Today is Annalia’s 11th birthday. But you didn’t forget. She received a card in the mail from you yesterday, your perfect script on the front, a sticker on the back where the envelope folds onto itself. And within it, I bet, is the characteristic $5.00 check you send to each grandchild. This morning I was thinking about when I was 11, and you must have been 53, and it was spring and you bought me my own dress, a matching pair of burgundy suede and patent leather mary janes, for my piano recital. In a closet full of hand-me-downs, that pretty cotton prairie-style dress with the lace-up bodice stood out like a rose in a weed patch. You knew that recital was hard for me, a newer student, less advanced at the piano than other boys and girls my age. And I was 11 and who at that age isn’t awkward? But I felt very grown-up and pretty and prepared because of my dress and shoes and I crossed the church stage and played …

A New Person in Christ {Second Chance Blessings}

I am a new person in Christ – Ephesians 2:15 The Lord will command His lovingkindness in the daytime. -Psalm 40:11 Simple truths robe this Monday morning and the ties that wrap round me begin with “I am a new person in Christ” and “My  Lord will command His lovingkindness in the daytime”. There is always enough of God’s lovingkindness to envelope me and tie me in snug. Winterlight flickers tender through gray February clouds. Coffee steams in mugs the color of earth and robin’s eggs. Coffee’s distinctive scent is undetectable until the cherry pits are roasted, heat applied and the seeds crack and brown and the richness is wooed from the fibers of the seed. And it’s scent is a comfort. And my friend sits opposite of me, our faces both bare of makeup, hair undone, and we visit in the comfort of morning light and coffee scent. Our legs drawn up, we curl on cushions like cats not ready to tackle the to-do lists of the day. And we are not young anymore. …

3 Essentials for Practicing Goodbye

We can pack the bags with what matters and practice our goodbye’s along the way.
We can practice forgiveness, pursue the Word, the person of Jesus and the grace and truth He alone offers, that the world simply cannot. One day, those little people when we love, parent, teach and disciple will have to move out for good, taking those essentials with them. We, and they, can be prepared for what may come when they carry in their souls the reality of Jesus, grace and truth, forgiveness.