Summer jammies mean my legs and my 9 mo. old baby's are bare when we get to snuggle nurse in bed on rainy mornings.
1. The soles of his warm feet- relaxed and outta fuel from lots of crawling and pulling up practice,
2. His scratchy, sleepy sweet, baby manly voice
Even though I have sticky notes in my mind of the myriad of this life enterprise's very real, legitimate problems (that desperately need time-sensitive solutions), today I choose to slow down just enough to meditate on whatsoever things are pure, lovely, and of good report.
This professional journey I've been on, since 2 pink lines miraculously appeared on a pregnancy test 2 decades ago (and I began slowly ditching the feminism that culture had indoctrinated/tempted me to be about) has been adventurous, to say the least, but God's best, beyond a shadow of a doubt. The life Holy Spirit compelled me to embrace instead- a Titus 2:3-5 lifestyle- became a mandate for me. The right kind of peace didn't exist outside of giving the best of my energy/creativity to anything but this 'greenhouse for young plants' I manage, while orchestrating the way the many moving parts of this home/entrepeneurial education model connect. Ultimately, I wouldn't have this privilege without my wise husband, who works courageously for all of us to have the freedom to spend our time learning, building, and incrementally being released into our destinies,
Mandate defined: an authoritative command or instruction: a commission/authorization to administer a territory (in my case: HOME as the central focus of my ministry, as manager of my husband's estate). So I became the CEO of nurturing, nest building, and equipping our children to launch and manifest the beauty of God, for the purpose of Kingdom expansion.
3 noteworthy things I don't wanna forget from this past week, as an act of obedience to Philippians 4:8, when the hard parts of my life erratically feel impossible to conquer:
1. I forwarded this to our first child who's now fully flown from the nest, to encourage her with an 'atta girl'- an observation from a young pastor who saw noteworthy fruit in our beloved Emma:
3. While we have bodies in this household that are supported by medical 'crutches,' after cancer and other life threatening illnesses left us with permanent anatomical changes, none of us are facing death in the same way that the young people are in the new film 'The Fault in Our Stars.' We all live with His borrowed breath, Voddie Baucham says, but this family is well oxygenated, and free from levels of physiological suffering at the levels that many around us are dealing with.
So this week/month is all about putting the debilitating parts of my world I can't seem to gain traction on, on a shelf - trusting Holy Spirit to resource us with all we need for life and godliness in His perfect ways and timing (maybe by expanding the margins of the hands we DO have on deck? Or in the form of addt'l favor to get our heads above water a little less strenuously, in a provisional sense? Or perhaps like the Duggars' 'angels' who come rhythmically to fill in the blanks?) .
This season is one to instead see the best, beautiful, praiseworthy things in this good life we're livin', rather than to let anxiety rule and reign, by letting the magnitude of this organization He destined me to manage, overtake me.
So, this season's agenda is do-able, in Jesus' name, and I can also choose the James 1 'count it all joy' attitude Shane challenged us with, as we gathered to kick off the week together this afternoon, because of the strength. mind, and righteousness of Christ imputed to me at the cross:
teeth coming in for the youngest (and a tiny tummy to begin transitioning to solid foods)
and teeth that represent potential nerve damage being extracted, for the oldest son and daughters,
teeth being orthodontically adjusted for 3,
(+ pain, swelling, & drool for old and young alike),
teeth cleaned and xrayed for all,
and teeth being crowned for both parents
(Dang, that's a lotta teeth),
a toddler who needs a little extra TLC when she gets back from time away from home, so we could focus on Abbie's post-op healing for a bit (+ a summer ahead of easing out of diapers),
hair and eye appts for a bunch of us,
academic lessons to plan and oversee for both upper and lower school students,
a baptism lake party to plan for Jo before her dear friend moves to TN,
band rehearsals for an upcoming wedding to plan and execute,
and flower girl regalia to obtain,
while we prep and recover from our annual getaway to Uncle Scott's beach house,
studio time for Abbie's second EP and an EP release party to plan for Jackson's first EP 'These Are Just Words,'
seeking Papa God's guidance on 'putting feet to' improvements in our domestic/office systems and logistics/routines/calendars, so less stress and increased efficiency can abound, leaving room for us to grow and become more proficient experts at being the goodness and love of God in all our relationships,
learning and modeling grace, honor, reverence and support for the diligent man at the helm of our ship (as a Kingdom business builder still very much in startup), and counting it all joy/fun as best as we can, so he'll be less distracted and more encouraged by our roles in his life.
I choose to feel uber blessed for the privilege of being the 'conductor' of this orchestration of gifted people who live under our roof- people who genuinely love this Great King who gave His life away for us, lovers of Jesus who wanna represent Him more accurately each day.