Thursday, November 26, 2009
We have more things to be thankful for than I can count or list here today...
But here are six of the top ones. (Only four are pictured above!)
1. My wonderful husband!
6. And my own healthy body...
Happy Thanksgiving to you from all of us!
Thursday, November 12, 2009
It's a question that I can't exactly find the words to ask or answer.
As a giver, sometimes I just don't start giving. Besides the obvious reasons that I'm busy, tired, or selfish, there's another couple of things at work. I have often hesitated to show a small act of love, because, well, it's just that: small. Why bring dinner over to the neighbor, when I will probably only do it once this season, and he really needs consistent meals and companionship? Why give just an hour of my time at the school, when what the kids really need is a consistent helper? Why give my husband a measly card, when I know that he'd really love at least some sort of gift that cost something? Why pause to worship God for three minutes a day when I should be worshipping him with my every minute and whole life?
Why do I think that way? Maybe it's because I don't want to look small in my love to those I'm giving to. Maybe some of it is the Bible/church messages that I've heard, read, pondered about how the worst possible Jesus follower is a lukewarm one, that love must be crazy, free, abundant, and sold out to be worth anything. (On the flip side, there are certainly times Jesus says that giving a cup of water to a kid is worth quite a bit though...what about that?)
Lately, I've had a glimmer of an answer as I've received love. In the preparations for these babies coming, I find that not one gesture of love and kindness has left me saying - "man, they should have done more". The big acts of love are amazing. And so are the small ones. A phone call or email, an outfit or two in the mail, one random morning of babysitting, even just an offer of help. Each of those acts tells me that on that given day, someone stopped for an hour or so to think of me and love me. I need both: to be loved extravagantly, but also loved in the littlest bits. A little bit sure beats never knowing that they thought of me at all, you know? And a lot of little bits together adds up to quite a lot.
My experience as recipient of others' love lately is nudging me to give a little more readily, even when the gift seems too small. As a giver yourself, I hope that you aren't held back by wishing you could give just a little more, because I appreciate anything!
But I still wonder - is "loving a little" the best place to start, or simply making way for selfishness and keeping something back from God and others? I don't know...
Monday, November 9, 2009
It's just sort of becoming a way of life around here, and it's hard to imagine that within a couple of weeks it will definitely be over. Then we'll start counting up from zero again :).
In the meantime, since the novelty of ME being pregnant has long since worn off, the girls make daddy pretend to have babies kicking in his stomach (or make their own stomachs wiggle). This week they commandeered some sonogram photos and took turns doing ultrasounds of each others' babies - the dolls stuffed into their shirts, of course!