Life By Faith

 This mornings bible reading slapped me in the face......immediately after some gutting news. Our #lifebyfaith is not easy and at time doesn't make much sense at all and is ridiculously hard. And honestly some days I feel like I want to throw in the towel and do my own thing....because you know....surely I must know better (not!) God and I just had some words well actually I had words....God just listened and then slapped me with this! It's these words that brought me to my knees though....."for he never flinched but held staunchly to his purpose and endured steadfastly as one who gazed on Him Who is invisible. " Heb 11:27b

When Jamie and I prayed and told God we would live a life by faith...saying yes to whatever he asked....we could have never imagined the life we would be living, how hard things would be at times or the storms we would have to weather.....but we would never have known such growth, such intimacy and seen God move in tangible ways. Those are the things I hold on to....that and the deep knowing that God is good, He loves me, He is for me and He wants good things for me. That is how we live a beautiful crazy faith.

Number 8

 Here's to a flexible life plan.....Baby #8 is on its way!

Boy or Girl?

Mumma to the Rescue

I felt to share this as I just spent some time reflecting on how much my views on parenting have change over the years and seven children later. My bookworm son (see previous post) rang me from his upstairs bedroom, sheepishly asking me if I could make him two cheese toasties with a side of Aoili and chutney.... why...because he was too comfy and too engrossed in his book to leave it.

My first thought was....um no... I am not sitting here twiddling my thumbs you know, and I have just cleaned up the kitchen....but the more I thought about it...the more I thought ...yes yes I will. My son the one who helps me out whenever I ask, the one who takes the little people for a walk for ice cream, and more importantly the one who I love dearly and gives me the biggest hugs ever. Of course I will do that for him. Yes, he is quite capable of coming downstairs and making it himself, but I still remember not wanting to leave my bed and book because it was that good.

So here it is.... cooked, delivered and served, all because I love him and I am so thankful I get to be his mama!

Just One More

Reason #363 I love homeschooling. Interrupted blocks of time to do the things they love and that completely absorbs them. Ahhhh my son after my own heart....I remember the days where I would get so lost in a book that hours and hours would past....it was always "just one more chapter!".

I won't see him much today.

A man after my own heart