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Motherhood

Now and then I wonder if I'm doing the right thing staying home and being, as I often hear, "just" a mom.  The overwhelming conclusion I come to again and again is yes, this is exactly where I should be and what I should be doing.  Recently that answer came to me in the form of a beautiful legacy.  On December 28 my friends Phil and Tim (and really Theresa too) lost their mom.  I didn't know Phyllis well.  I only met her a handful of times, but I have seen and heard the amazing impact she had in her sons' lives and in the lives of their friends.  She was a woman who loved the Lord and so she loved others as He did.  Phil shared that at Phyllis's memorial friends of his older brother got up and shared how in times their own families turned their backs on them Phyllis was there with a meal, a kind word, or a place sleep.  This is the kind of mom I want to be.  I want those in my life to know how deeply loved they are.  As my daughter (and any other children the Lord may bless us with) grow up I want their friends to know that I care for and support them.
As I thought about this I realized more and more that the women who have made the greatest impact on my life have often been mothers.  I don't have the words for all my own mother has taught me and done for me.  I can only say that all that she sowed in tears, prayers, and long nights with a broken heart have been used by God to draw me to Him and make me the woman I am today.  Some of you may also remember Aldeana who I wrote about last summer.  She is impacting lives in new ways even now.  These moms remind me why I fight through days I'm exhausted to chase a toddler who is running away in part to learn who she is.  I have been blessed to be entrusted with one of the most demanding, challenging, and rewarding ministries out there.  I get to be one of the most influential people in my daughter's life and in countless other lives by extension.  Thank you, Phyllis, Mom, Aldeana, and all you other remarkable moms who taught me the beauty and unending value of being a mother.

Weird Fact (for Mousie)

• I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE being the first person to dip into a newly opened jar of peanut butter!
  

My Time of Year

Happy 2010!  The new year has begun and the Christmas decorations are coming down.  This marks the end of one of my favorite times of year.  I love Christmas, but no, that's not what I'm writing about.  I'm writing about the week after Christmas.  The time that begins late in the day on Christmas and lasts until the decorations are coming down all around town.  I love that window of time when the hustle and bustle of preparation is over.  When we can breathe easy, have little do do, and just enjoy the Christmas decorations as the old year comes to a close and a new one begins.  This little snippet of time each year (or years since it often bridges one to the next) is my favorite time to take my daughter out for a walk.  The streets are quiet and the few people we see seem at peace.  I think as a rule the decorations should stay up until January 7th.  That way the joy of Christmas is carried into the new year and we are able to begin the new with the reminder first of Christ and then of the beauty of just being.  Truthfully, I wish it could be this way as Christmas aproaches, but we seem too focused then on the doing & getting of things.  For now I'll sadly watch as the lights come down, stubbornly leaving mine up a few extra days, and I'll rejoin the business of life.  As I do, I will carry with me the joy of Christ, the wonder in my daughters eyes as she took in all the beautiful Christmas decorations, and the lessons I learned in 2009.