Lost and Found

She leaves her things all over the house.  Her intentions are always good ones, grand ones in fact.  She has her mother’s desire for creating something big, making the party just a little more fun by going a step further.  She takes what is fine, and makes it awesome.  I love it about her, but the reality of that personality in the day to day can be trying to keep up with.  And since she leaves her projects everywhere, it is never a surprise when she cannot find whatever it is she is looking for.  Unfortunately, her last item that went missing was her wallet.  The one that contained all of her money she had been saving for the past six months.  All $180.  The wallet that held every 50 cents earned here, and every one dollar earned there, all being saved to buy her own iPod Touch.  I was unaware that she had taken it with her to the movie theatre so that she could buy everyone popcorn and candy, and then maybe a round of play on an arcade game on the way out the door.  She was so proud to have the means to be able to provide such a treat, but two days after the movie, she couldn’t find the wallet.  Her heart sank…and so did mine.  She came to me sobbing, and I knew this was going to be a hard lesson to learn.  We tore our house apart looking for her wallet, it was nowhere to be found.  That evening she sat in bed with me and asked what else I could think to do.  I responded with half hearted suggestion, “All we can do Ella is pray that you will find it.”  I told her I thought God would show her where her wallet was, but even if He didn’t, then I was sure there was a lesson in this somehow for her.  That in the end, this experience would teach her something that could be used for good.

The next morning offered little more hope.  She came into my room, again teary-eyed, and wanting to ask me something.  She said through a cracking voice and lump in her throat, “You know how you say that God told you to home school us?  I keep asking God to tell me where my wallet is and I don’t know how to hear Him answer me.  How did you hear what He said to you?”  Have you ever been there?  Have you ever wanted an answer so badly, have you ever needed an audible response from God so much that you have begged for it?  Your needs have probably been greater than that of a child looking for a missing wallet, but I dare say the request comes from the same child-like innocence of the heart.  And with all her questions, my arms of little faith hugged her and told her to be patient, and wait for answers…even though I was doubting she would get them.

But then Sunday morning came.  We were rushing, trying desperately to not be late for church.  In all the chaos, her father came across a bag that was tucked underneath another bag, which had been tucked underneath something else.  An answered prayer for the one that waits in faithful anticipation on the Lord was hidden inside a bag.  Her daddy found her wallet.  Well of course he did.  And he delighted to reveal it to his daughter, because that’s what Fathers do.  The Father sees the needs of His children.  He hears our prayers and He longs to prove himself enough.  All wise.  All knowing.  All sufficient. He is mighty to save and able to find what is lost, and He is ready to delight over you with singing. Oh what a happy day it was.  And for those still waiting for answers far deeper than these of a nine year old little girl, keep the faith!  Your strength is being renewed as you wait on the Lord, and your day of rejoicing is near.

(All photos credited: Rachel @ Millie Holloman Photography)

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The Mothering Daughters Experience: The Same But Different (reflections from me)

My girls are the same, but they are also totally different.  They are the same in that they are both little girls that just want to be loved and accepted and adored; but they are different in that one of them wants to run the world, and the other just wants to have a be happy in the day that the Lord has given her.  Do you know what I mean?  One of my girls thinks she is ready for college tomorrow, and the other hasn’t considered anything beyond her pink lemonade that she is sipping through her twirly straw.  One of my girls is always thinking about what comes next, and the other is still reflecting on the loveliness of where she just was, and how sparkly her shoes looked when the light hit them just right.  Do you know what I mean?  One of my daughters has the exact, identical, down to every last intriquicatley woven detail of my husband’s personality fiber; and the other daughter has mine.  Let me just clue you in ( in case it wasn’t obvious) my personality is not the one that wants to run the world.  I’m the one admiring the sparkly shoes.  Oh how I love my girls.  Let me say it again, oh how I love my girls!  They are both so true to how they were designed by their Maker.  They feel so deeply, and my heart has never felt a deeper joy than being their mother.

I would like to introduce to you my girls.  This so makes me laugh.  Can anyone relate?



Love,

Amy

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It’s here…finally!

When you live in the Carolinas, the start of summer is Easter weekend.  We don’t have to wait until Memorial Day like I did growing up, and I love it.  We enjoyed some down time at the beach, we scarred poor Thomas for life by attempting to introduce him to the Easter bunny, and then we rushed back home for Sunday in our own church.  I don’t miss Easter in our church.  It’s the best Sunday of the year, and each year seems to get more and more meaningful to me.  I dare say nothing compares to worship on Easter morning.  As we sang “I know that my Redeemer lives, and now I stand on what He did”…it was like a fresh wave of grace was washing over me.  I love Easter morning…

But as for our spring break, we enjoyed 87 degrees and sunshine at the beach, as well as a break from remodeling.  I haven’t felt much like posting on our remodeling chaos lately, it’s overwhelming me, and therefore not a lot of fun to talk about.  But the light at the far end of that tunnel is glimmering.  I know I can see it!  I just know I can.

     

Until next time friends…

Amy

PS: In case you are wondering how Mary is doing, things are just awful…can’t you tell?  She spent Easter with her husband and 4 children in Cinque Terre, Italy.  Poor thing.

Sisters: The Sweetest of Gifts

Sisters.  There is nothing better.  My heart has never melted like it did the day the ultra sound technician said ”it’s another girl”!  I love girls.  And somehow these girls of mine are now 6 & 8.   I do not have the slightest idea how that happened.  But now they talk like little adults and think about things like what they want to be when they grow up.  My oldest daughter Ella  wants to be an “engineer like daddy”.  My younger daughter Caroline wants to be “a princess like mommy”.  I honestly had no idea whether I should high-five her for her comment or be insulted, so I just smiled instead.   The next day Ella had changed her mind and said “I think I actually want to be a missionary”.  Caroline said “not me, I still want to be a princess”.   My girls are different, very different.  But they still have a deep, intertwined, genetic, girly link that binds them tightly together; and it will last a lifetime.  It’s just the way God made sisters.  They are free gifts to one another, as well as indisputable evidence of the Lord’s abundant outpouring of grace over my life.