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The Rest of God

 Here is the reading I shared during my talk at Grace’s Women’s Retreat. The devotion book is called God Calling, edited by A. J. Russell.

I lead you. The way is clear. Go forward unafraid. I am beside you. Listen, listen, listen to My Voice. My hand is controlling all.
Remember that I can work through you better when you are at rest. Go very slowly, very quietly from one duty to the next-taking time to rest and pray between.
Do not be too busy. Take all in order as I say. The Rest of God is in a realm beyond all man’s activities. venture there often, and you will indeed find Peace and Joy.
All work that results from resting with God is miracle-work. Claim the power to work miracles, both of you.
Know that you can do all things through Christ who strengthens you. Nay, more, know that you can do all things through Christ who rests you.

To Every Mom there is a Season

Well, as Mother’s Day approaches I thought I’d give it a whirl and try to write something to celebrate “motherhood”. We all know that after becoming a mother that time is forever changing. The seasons of life come and go and I’m praying that we as moms learn and grow along the way. I have based this writing off the verse in Ecclesiastes 3:1-8.
“To everything there is a season, a time for every purpose under heaven.”……..
To Every Mom there is a Season
A time to conceive, and a time to give birth;
A time to give, and a time to take away;
A time to clean, and a time to go play;
A time to hold on, and a time to let go;
A time to sleep, and a time to pray;
A time to keep, and a time to throw away;
A time to cry, and a time to laugh;
A time to walk by their side, and a time to follow close behind;
A time to cook, and a time to call for drive-through;
A time to affirm, and a time to scold;
A time to speak, and a time to listen;
A time to press on, and a time to be still;
A time for routine, and a time for flexibility;
A time for sickness, and a time for healthiness;
A time for work, and a time for rest;
A time to bring home, and a time to adopt;
To everything there is a season.
No matter what season you may be in right now, please know that you have one of the greatest privileges in the whole world. You get to be someone’s Mom
Happy Mother’s Day

Crazy ’bout you

Today my husband and I celebrate our 22nd wedding anniversary. I can honestly say that I love this man more today than the day I stood at the “Chapel of Love” in S. Lake Tahoe and said “I DO”. Well, if you read my blog post Letting Go it wouldn’t take you long to guess I didn’t think this marriage would last. God knew.  After we began to weather the first 4 yrs, we decided to renew our vows. Below is a poem my wonderful husband gave me. Each year is special gift.

Crazy ’bout you

Running in circles wasting my time
following footsteps I seem to lose my mind.
Cheerfully laughing nothing to say
being self-conscious again today.
Forgetting essentials dropping my things
Oh, the joy that happiness brings when we are together
doing our thing.
Bumping into walls not feeling the pain
hearing the patter not seeing the rain
Sitting alone thinking of you
telling myself I love you.
My only excuse for the things that I do
is simply because 
I’m crazy ’bout you.

Love always, Mark
September 11, 1993

Apparently, there are other versions of this poem. Here are a few that I found: Cause I’m Crazy About You, Crazy ’bout You

“Give Me You”

She never said, “take me” or “carry me”. From the time she could talk and toddle she would lift her little arms to me when she was weary, and lisp, “Mommy, give me you.”


I never quite got used to hearing her say it, and each time she did, something stirred deep within my heart. She was asking for more than clean clothes, wholesome food, warm baths, an attractive house. She was asking for even more than nursery rhymes taught, stories read, questions answered. She said it not only with her upraised arms, but with her eyes and her mind and her soul: “Mommy, give me you.”


Oh God, she’s asking for “me.” She is asking surely for comfort and care, but also something primitive – fresh calling out to flesh, blood to blood – something deep and eternal, a bond given us by God long centuries past that still calls together the souls of us. But she also wants to feel my uniqueness, my differentness from all other “mommies’. There’s something about the way things make me glad or mad or thoughtful that she wants to know. She wants me to share the tapestry of life as I see it. Then she can play her reactions off against that and come up with her own “me”. Maybe that is what she really saying – “Oh, Mommy, give me you, so in the years to come I can find myself.”


So help me, Lord, not to be so busy cooking and dusting, scrubbing bath tubs and making beds, that there isn’t time or energy left for me to give myself. Nothing else I give matter if I cannot give her me and YOU.
Gloria Gaither


This “1971” writing really touched me years ago when I first read it. And as I across it the other day, it had the same impact on my life. I can get so caught up in ‘urgent things”, but maybe in doing so I’m forgetting the “important things”. I know I have days when the only thing my children see is the back of my head or the glazed look in my eyes as I have my thoughts and attention on the other hundred things that need to get done on my to-do-list.

Let’s take some to focus on the “important”. In the blink of an eye it will all be over. They grow up fast. Trust me:)

Thank God for Mother’s Love

There is no love, like a mother’s love,

no stronger bond on earth…

like the precious bond that comes from God,
to a mother, when she gives birth.
A mother’s love is forever strong,
never changing for all time…
and when her children need her most,
a mother’s love will shine.
God bless these special mothers,
God bless them every one…          
for all the tears and heartache,
and for the special work they’ve done.
When her days on earth are over,
a mother’s love lives on…
through many generations,
with God’s blessings on each one.
Be thankful for our mothers,
for they love with a higher love…
from the power God has given,
and the strength from up above.
~Anonymous~
Happy Mother’s Day

“Love in the Home”

If I live in a house of spotless beauty with everything in its place, but have not love, I am a housekeeper-not a homemaker.
If I have time for waxing, polishing, and decorative achievements, but have not love, my children learn cleanliness-not godliness.
Love leaves the dust in search of a child’s laugh.
Love smiles at the tiny fingerprints on a newly cleaned window.
Love wipes away the tears before it wipes up the spilled milk.
Love picks up the child before it picks up the toys.
Love is present through the trails.
Love reprimands, reproves, and is responsive.
Love crawls with the baby, walks with the toddler, runs with the child, Then stands aside to let the youth walk into adulthood.
Love is the key that opens salvation’s message to a child’s heart. Before I become a mother I took glory in my house of perfection.
Now I glory in God’s perfection of my child.
As a mother, there is much I must teach my child, But the greatest of all is love.

-Author unknown