Cherish the time

One of my biggest pet peeves is Christian women who "can't wait" for school to start! Translation -- can't wait to get rid of my kids. Now, I'm all for mommy recharge time, not saying you should never have time away to read, lunch with a friend, retreats with other women,etc nor am I saying summer can't be nuts and you need to get back into a routine, God is a god of order. BUT we are to be different from the world. To love our children and train them in the admonition of the Lord... not be looking for ways to get rid of them! (Not just picking on those who public school either). Beleive me all to soon those little arms around your neck won't be there, there is a time for everything under heaven, INCLUDING beind a Mom with little ones and not so little ones, who depend on you! Not to mention the fact that those little ears are hearing you say you can't wait to get rid of them, that they are just an imposition in your "real" life... what is that doing to their spirit? What are we saying to the world when we say that? That our God isn't involved in our daily lives, or big enough to help us have patience, or enjoy the summer?

How can we say they are a blessing from the Lord and then turn around and say we can't wait til they are old enough to ___________(fill in the blank). God sees them as a blessing the way they are NOW and we should too.


So summer's supposed to be lazy but ours sure wasn't this year! Between camps, 4-H, the Fair, work, Ross in AZ,etc it's been hard to keep up!


by: William Cowper (1731-1800)

GOD moves in a mysterious way,
His wonders to perform;
He plants his footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.

Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never-failing skill,
He treasures up his bright designs,
And works his sov'reign will.

Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take,
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy, and shall break
In blessings on your head.

Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust him for his grace;
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.

His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding ev'ry hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flow'r.

Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan his work in vain;
God is his own interpreter,
And he will make it plain.