Another detour, perhaps.

Let me tell you, friends, they call me Mama. Maybe you know that, and maybe you have the same name or one like it. If you do, then you know with that name comes many other names. Today, I’ve been wife, cook, housekeeper, nurse, teacher, writer, blogger and a few more that I cannot think of at the moment.

Tonight, I also served as counselor and friend. Husband gave me time to write by taking the little ones out, and my second-eldest teen-beauty stayed behind. The same one who lost her best friend when we suddenly lost our horse, Whiskers, last month. You can read about that here. As I was tucked away in the little corner of my room, books and journals all around, jumbles of thoughts and ideas trying to find their place, there was a constant tugging on my heart and my words ran dry.

I have several drafts in cue for this dream series, and they still need edits and tweaks and images. I had aspirations of completing several today, but couldn’t and didn’t. My baby girl, who is not-so-baby, needed me. Even though she is old enough to have time on her own, I just knew, on-her-own is not where she needed to be.

I’ve fought long, knees-hard pressed, stealing hugs and chasing down her heart down so she knows there is nothing she can do that could make me love her any less. A breakthrough came at some point in the last few months, one I do not take for granted. A breakthrough to her heart that I am unwilling to give-up, even for time to write.

She needed me tonight. There were lots of tears and aching and missing and wondering, and I remember all too well what goes on in a 13 year old young girls mind. I’d be remiss if I just past this moment by to try and keep up with a schedule I created for myself.

This is my real life, friends, and this is what I want you to see. Imperfect. Messy. Aching. Broken. Grace-filled. And the former, made beautiful by the latter.

My heart ached for her heart, my wondering thoughts questioned, “Does she know how to find comfort in God?”

So I asked her, and she said she’s tried. “It doesn’t work.”

“It’s the working of His Word in us. It’s in drawing near, and He draws near. And He works.”

So I took on her on a short, yet a life-time long journey of finding comfort in His Word. I showed her in the pages of my own Bible, and brought her to the lines — the lines that become life-lines.

I showed her where it says, “The righteous cry, and the Lord hears, and delivers them out of all their troubles. And the Lord is near to the brokenhearted, and saves those who are crushed in spirit.” (Ps 34:17-18 NAS)

And we flipped to almost the back of the book to find more of His way.

Be anxious for nothing, but pray and be thankful. Dwell on the things that are good and worthy of praise. You can do all things through Christ who gives strength, and He will help you when you have everything you want, and He will help you when you don’t. (Phil 4:6,12, 13 NAS)

And then ended the journey, or perhaps it’s the guide for the beginning of all our life’s journey in Him. “Delight yourself in the Lord; and He will give you the desires of your heart. Commit your way to the Lord, trust also in Him, and He will do it.” (Ps 37:4-5 NAS)

Do you know, I dream of raising children that will serve the Lord all the days of their life?

I trust Him. He will do it.

This was my grace for today, and tomorrow, I’d like to say the dream series continues. 🙂


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