These were the hands that rocked me gently
And kept me safe from harm
They gently guided me through life
And sheltered me in the storm
They worked for years to carry the weight
Of what should have been carried by two
They didn’t question the road they went down
They just did what they had to do
They guided my steps through a narrow path
They taught me the way I should go
And left them for me to sow
I learned John 3:16 before I could read
And to treat others with kindness and care
I knew if I had something you needed
It was left up to me to share
These hands weren’t created for idle work
They were created to show me the way
Though I never knew when these hands grew
They’d wave goodbye someday
As they folded in prayer at an old kitchen chair
Streaks of tears stained a table
For the promise of God was impressed in her heart
And with Him she knew she was able
Written on May 9th, 2012 for Diania’s Mom, whom went to Heaven on May 14th. “Momma” heard the poem and was very pleased. Diania is looking forward to seeing her Mom again, someday. Praise the Lord!
Sticky hands. I love this! Why? Because every child always has sticky hands. ALWAYS. However, along with these sticky hands is the question of what is actually on the hands causing them to be sticky.
Snot? Gag. Suckers? Sweet. Slobber? Sour. Mud? Dirty. Spit-up? Yuck. Something from the child’s diaper? DISGUSTING. Food? Juice? Glue? Paint? There are many options to answer this question.
Many times one of my daughters will come to me, especially my 2 1/2 year old Adah. She’ll want me to pick her up, and she will be veeerrrry sticky. As a mother, I am used to this, but I still grab a wipe or a wash rag or head to the sink before I freely hold her.
How many times have we adults been covered in something sticky? Spiritually speaking. We end up sticky ourselves and we head to our Father wanting Him to hold us and take care of us, despite our stickiness.
The fascinating thing is, He takes us just as we are, no matter how sticky or what kind of sticky. And as long as we allow it, He’ll wash us up and make us clean again. How amazing the love He has for His children! Even when we have sticky hands.
Some of you may be wondering:
How can I have a legacy that carries on when I have such an un-Godly past behind me? Doesn’t that leave me marred somehow?
We’ve all done things. Some of us more so than others. But then we came to know Jesus, and he washed all of those sins away.
Now that you’re on your new found path, you stress. But why?
Um, maybe because my past is troubling me…
I’ve struggled with this myself before. I used to always worried that I was unworthy or incapable of teaching my children the ways of the Lord because I was not always pure. But there are a few things I want to point out to you that helped me…
Nothing in your past has anything to do with the legacy you will pass down unless you allow it to. So stand tall, hold your head high, and teach your children the way they need to be taught. Never hold back or feel insecure. Tell them all about our Father and be confident.
After all, if you’re not confident, why would they want what you have? Be the example!
I cannot emphasize enough just how cool I believe this really is!!!
Little did I know that my little guy was going to be used, once again, to minister to me. You may remember that on Monday I posted about taking a leap of faith and how God spoke to me by watching Tommy jump off the couch.
Well, fast forward to this morning. I’m stressed. I’m scared. I’m worried. My Dad is going in for another surgery tomorrow. I’ve been praying all morning for peace. I went in to do some dishes when I heard my son sing “Hahahahahahaha” as in the verse from “The Joy Of The Lord Is My Strength”. I couldn’t help but grin a little.
“Why didn’t I think of that? Duh Angie!”
Needless to say, I’ve been singing it for the last couple of hours.
What about you? How have your children ministered to you lately?
Sorry, but I’m going to do a little bragging in this post… I’m really hoping I don’t come across as rude, a jerk, or
proud too proudful…
Since a little before I began this blog, as I mentioned in my “Why So Sticky?“, I’ve been just stopping when I feel the need and praising. I pray with my children more. I sing when the mood hits. I make it clear before them that Mommy is in love with Jesus and that it is a good thing to be. That praise does not have to be hidden. In fact, it shouldn’t be. That time for quiet prayer and Bible reading is not always allotted, so to pray where you are and read when you can.
Immediately I saw a change in them. But these last few weeks they’ve taken me by surprise. My 2 year old, who rarely speaks unless he’s in the mood, talks quite a bit about Jesus. He even sings, “Jesus” when playing with his toys. My 3 1/2 year old prays for just about anything. I even once had him come up to me randomly and say “Thank Jesus, Mommy!” The cutest is when he uses the 4 month old’s jumper as a “Microphone” and sings songs about the Lord.
This has been quite a motivator for me. To know that they are learning more by my actions has me thinking, “Hmm, I need to do this more…” and more importantly… “I should probably do less of some of this other stuff…”
How about you? Have you taken the Sticky Hands Challenge? If so, what changes and impressions have you seen?
DISCIPLINE2 obsolete:instruction3: a field of study6: a rule or system of rules governing conduct or activity
1 Whoever loves instruction loves knowledge, But he who hates correction is stupid.2 A good man obtains favor from the Lord, But a man of wicked intentions He will condemn.3 A man is not established by wickedness, But the root of the righteous cannot be moved. Proverbs 12:1-3 NKJV
This question has been on my mind a lot lately. How will my children, grandchildren, friends, and family remember me?
Will I be remembered for making gingerbread every Christmas? Will it be for being a woman who strived her best to be a Godly wife and mother? I’m desperately hoping it’s not for being a procrastinating, scatter brained, unorganized, occasionally crabby person who ONE time made a bad batch of tacos and ever since her husband questioned her every time she suggested them for dinner… Or made anything else new for that matter.
How can we make sure that we are remembered for the good and not the bad?
I would say the best thing we can do is to make the positive in our lives outshine the negative. Live with a positive outlook as much as possible. Let Jesus’ light shine through you. Don’t hold grudges, act bitter, be mean, or easily offended. And while it can be an easy way to handle a delicate situation by being passive aggressive, is that really something we would want to be remembered for?
Recently I’ve been trying to take note of my habits. Which ones are great to have, which ones I don’t mind or are not damaging, and which ones I would never want to be remembered for. Then I sat and thought of my Grandparents… Two of the most caring, loving, Godly people I’ve ever known. I remember them for all the funny and wonderful things they did. I remember them for raising their family for Christ. I remember them for loving coffee, Diet Coke, and going out to eat. I remember them for being compassionate and passionate for the work of The Lord. Do I recall them having flaws and being human? Certainly! However, more often I remember them leading us by example in a positive, unique, Godly way.
I have taken it upon myself to be sure that I leave a similar legacy for my own children and grandchildren. Why “similar” and not the exact same you ask? Because it’s MY legacy. Not Dorothy’s. Not Paul Benjamin’s. It’s ANGIE’s legacy. I want to pass down all of those same things, but in my own way with some added flare that says “Angie was here…” Part of that is that I MUST agree to have my photo taken more often. While still. Not on a ride at Disneyland making some dumb face. Ugh… 😉
What about you? How will you be sure that you are passing down what would be good habits for your children and not setting them up for a fall?
But who takes care of us moms when WE are sick? More importantly, who takes care of the family?
Whoever said being a mother is not a full time job was out of their mind, quite frankly. There is no vacation time, no sick days, and NO retirement. The rewards make it all worth it, but once in awhile… it gets rough.
The last year, it seems, I have constantly had some sort of dumb stupid ailment. It was about this time last year I became pregnant with my daughter. While carrying her I had horrendous morning sickness and then a single severe headache that lasted 2 months without explanation. I had a couple good weeks before the 3rd trimester hit, but you all know how that goes… Since her delivery, I had the usual recovery but after it seems every bug that goes around hears our family name and comes running like we are a magnet.
At times like this I pull out those “special” toys that are quiet and open ended. The kids are occupied and happy. Lunches and snacks are simple. Also, as I’m sure you know, prayer comes very easily when you don’t feel well. Ask God for strength! Remind yourself that He never gives us more than we can handle. If you have the option, ask for help. Call a relative or friend to take your kids for just a few hours so you can nap.
Hopefully, none of you will need this advice. But life/illness/morning sickness/etc happens.
Hang in there and rest up!
I am NO June Cleaver by any means. I do not get up each morning to make my kids breakfast. My house is NOT spotless. Sometimes, my laundry backs up for a couple of days before I wash them. I’d rather wash toilets than do a sink of dishes. I would like to buy something for myself every now and then…
I love my children dearly, and they will ALWAYS come before my needs. That is a sacrifice that I am more than willing to make. My desire is to teach them to be self sufficient. To know how to run a household, cook a meal, do for others. I give my children chores. They have to help take out the trash, fold clothes, wash clothes, vacuum, etc. We are teaching them to cook. I am helping them to hide the WORD in their hearts, so that they can pull from it when needed. It’s so funny to hear my 5 year old say the Lord’s Prayer and mess up on some of the words.
True mothering is becoming a lost art. Don’t get me wrong, there are A LOT of GREAT mothers out there, but some just do not care how their children turn out. They don’t care about what they are putting into their kids. It drives me crazy to see people teaching their children to expect something from others. Like they are entitled to something from everyone.
Over this past weekend, our church took part in a local festival. It made me feel great because I got so many compliments on how much my kids worked and helped out. One lady said, “You’re raising some awesome and responsible men here.” Of course, I didn’t get too proud.
My kids love to help. They are willing to help others and that blesses my heart. In Psalms, it says to “consider the poor” and I definitely don’t have to worry about my kids not wanting to help somebody else. I’m not bragging on our parental skills, just trying to set an example for other parents.
So, what kind of mother are you? Are you raising up a child in the way they should go, or are you raising bullies? Brats? Kids that think they are better than everyone else? Only you and God know the true contents of your parental skills. I encourage you to take a look at yourself and see what needs improvement and what is just right.
Be Blessed!! 🙂