Pennies, Pennies Everywhere

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photo credit: KnockOut_Photographs via photopin cc

We recently sat in the dark theatre watching Disney’s latest movie “Frozen”. At one point, my 4-year old foster son made his way to my side, frightened. Scene after scene I held him, sitting like that well past the point of scary snow monsters and ice-filled fury.

And then there came a part in the movie where they start talking about true love—where they mention that it means loving another person and thinking and caring for them first. (Little things like that touch me deep these days. Most things do when your heart is being daily stretched and hammered and put through the refiner’s fire.)

After hearing the words, that little 4-year old looked up at me and whispered, “That’s just like you and me.”

I blinked a few times.

“You mean true love?” I whispered back.

“Yes. That’s just like us. You and me.”

All that can be done in a moment like that is to put your face in his hair and murmur that “Yes, yes it is.” And then you thank God that it’s dark and that you’re pretty good at sniffling quietly. Then, you just flat-out thank God.  (To Be Continued…)

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Choosing the Necklace

hands2Crocodile tears, these were not.

These were leaky eyes. Panicked eyes. The visit to the dentist for this little one had not gone as planned.

It first involved x-rays that mama bear had to put an end to. Then the scraping. And the electric tooth brushing. It tickled, in that uncomfortable way. I felt his pain as I held his sweaty, stressed-out, clenched hands in mine.

All this and finally clean teeth.

But there was hope in the goodie bag. The prize: a gold token. In the hand of this babe, he looked like a gambling man upon seeing the Vegas strip for the very first time.

The prize machine held so many choices. He popped in the token and out dropped a necklace. (to be continued…)

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Joining Five Minute Fridays with Lisa-Jo today. Thankful for an opportunity to capture a few thoughts in the midst of the crazy beauty of our new life (three biological boys plus two foster children).

Prompt: Worship


There’s a beauty in the gross things. The little things. The things that make you sweat. The things that leak and smell and cry or whine, the things that won’t look you in the eye. The small smiles. The trusting hand that finally grabs hold. The time invested so they finally call you by name.

It’s worship. All of it.

Right here, right now, my worship is in these moments. It’s five little heads–some smaller than others–looking for my hands to come upon them in prayer. Waiting for the sticky kiss on foreheads–the kind that won’t rub off (ever, I promise). My diaper duties sing songs to my King and when I bathe that one child (for the second time that day because of a potty accident) my soapy hands and aching knees are as much of a hymn as I have ever mustered.

My feet are chanting as they walk back and forth down the halls of this house, opening doors and closing them, checking eyelids to make sure they’re closed.

My eyes–they’re leaking tears of praise and fear and adoration and anxiety and love for the Father who brought me to this temple.

And by the time I come to Sunday and the music surges through my veins, I find my mouth cannot even open for the rawness of it all.

The worship I’m doing is always right now. The hardest, most beautiful, messy poured-out love letter I’ve ever written.