The Rosebud of Purity

As my daughters body stretched across the bed her long legs dangling and dancing off the end, I wondered when I said goodbye to baby cheeks, chubby feet, hand's that fit inside of mine, and "mommy up"s.  Where did the years go from baby girl to almost teen?  And while I pondered all this I said goodbye to a piece of her innocence as we learned about intimacy and purity.  I appreciated the time sharing with her about her dad's and my heart and how beautiful God made intimacy.  We celebrated the woman she will become while cherishing the girl she is today.  As our final gift we gave her the following necklace and poem.  May it always be a reminder to her of the beauty of her purity.

As the rose bud waits in excited expectation to be brought into full beauty so must purity be held close, protected, and cherished until it may bloom on the awaited wedding day.

Rose buds will only form under the right conditions, and some take longer than others to come to full bloom.  It is your duty, and your parent’s privilege, to provide those perfect conditions of love, boundaries, prayer, and hopeful expectation.

Rose buds come in an array of colors and varieties, but all are beautiful.  We must remember that we are all different women, with different personalities, strengths, weakness, and hopes.  God will send a man who will cherish those things and when you give the gift of purity to him you will be giving your greatest treasure

This rose bud is a reminder of the previous gift God gave you on the day of your birth.  It is a treasure that once lost cannot be remade, but given in love and purity will be cherished for a lifetime.

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Breaking the Sinew

Genesis 32:22-31
^22 "That night Jacob got up and took his two wives, his two female servants and his eleven sons and crossed the ford of the Jabbok. ²³ After he had sent them across the stream, he sent over all his possessions. ²⁴ So Jacob was left alone, and a man wrestled with him till daybreak. ²⁵ When the man saw that he could not overpower him, he touched the socket of Jacob’s hip so that his hip was wrenched as he wrestled with the man. ²⁶ Then the man said, “Let me go, for it is daybreak.”
But Jacob replied, “I will not let you go unless you bless me.”
²⁷ The man asked him, “What is your name?”
“Jacob,” he answered.
²⁸ Then the man said, “Your name will no longer be Jacob, but Israel, because you have struggled with God and with humans and have overcome.”
²⁹ Jacob said, “Please tell me your name.”
But he replied, “Why do you ask my name?” Then he blessed him there.
³⁰ So Jacob called the place Peniel, saying, “It is because I saw God face to face, and yet my life was spared.”
³¹ The sun rose above him as he passed Peniel, and he was limping because of his hip."

“A long time ago, a preacher asked a doctor

‘What is the exact significance of God’s touching Jacob on the sinew of his thigh?’

The doctor told him, 'The sinew of the thigh is the strongest in the human body.

A horse couldn’t even tear it apart.’

“The preacher said, ‘I see.

The Lord has to break us down at the strongest part of our self-life

before He can have His own way of blessing with us.’"

~Ann Voskamp, One Thousand Gifts

Sometimes I struggle with letting go of who I think I am.  If you tore back the skin and looked beyond to the me-of-me who would I be?  If you strip me of all titles given by man?  If I was no longer a mom, a wife, a friend...who would I be?

What God did literally to Jacob I think He did figuratively to me.  When I was starting to get comfortable and was finding who I was God looked at me and said, "You see that "strong" of your self-life?  I want it."

Where I thought I was being a good friend that friendship ended, sometimes all too bitterly leaving a lonely woman (or maybe two) behind.

Where I thought I was a good wife I found my selfishness was slowly destroying my husband and not lifting him up.

Where I thought I was a good mom I found failure's evidence.

Where I thought I was a good servant leader I found a peace void by being too much.

Where I wanted to be, I found only me, "self-filled" me.

As I looked at the pieces I cried out, "God I am broken and forever will limp with the pain.  Please lead me forward from here.  Teach me who I am." 

God is teaching me who I am in Him, slowly, a life-time of learning.
I am learning to make all relationships spent first in lifting them up in prayer.
I am learning mothering is a battle of let me see the heart and parent in mercy.
I am learning to be a help-mate not the destroyer.
I am learning to be a leader that reflects only God.
I am learning, slowly and with faltering steps, but in the learning I am seeing I am God's precious child.  He loves me in the failure and the triumph.  Just as he blessed Jacob both before and after he wrestled with him, and before he changed his name.

What do you need to let go off today?  Is it your identity?  Your ownership of your time?  Your fear?

Reluctant Nutrition Girl

I'm scared of nutrition!

I don't mean I have a healthy respect of nutrition.  I mean scared!

I never wanted to learn more than the surface.

I know the basics.

Whole grain=good

Enriched flours=not good

Sugar=not good (except for the taste buds)

Local Honey=good for allergies

Cranberries=good for women's health (but sadly not the sugar ones)

Than life threw me a curve ball.  I got a diagnosis of pre-diabetes.  How?  I don't know...

I exercise an average of 4 days a week.  I eat as healthy as my budget and my knowledge allow.  

I never had gestational diabetes.  I don't have any immediate family members with it.  I don't have high-cholesterol (in fact I have low which is more dangerous for my heart).  

And I definitely don't weigh 7% over my healthy BMI.

So that leads me to research and constantly bugging a friend;

tapping into her knowledge and research.  

The honest truth is that a very dear person to me was anorexic from high school to college.  When it became public knowledge she switched to being completely nutrition savvy and into exercise.  But than 10 years later, she was using that knowledge to destroy in a different way.  She cut almost every food group out and was trying to "eat healthy."  I know I am programed the same as her.  I like an ordered world and I do have a tendency to want to control things in my life;

because way too much life is out of my control.

So I step...tentatively....forward in this pursuit of learning.  I am learning how to make my own natural seed and nut butters.  Experimenting making Larabars.  Learning when and how to balance the carbohydrates and proteins in my diet, what low-glycerin foods are, and what the difference between a simple and complex carbohydrate is.

As I do I will lean on the knowledge of those who have gone before, but mostly I will cover it all in prayer.  Praying that God will teach me what I need to know, help me discern what trend is simply that, and pleading that He will heal me from the inside out!

Happy 2nd Birthday

                                                                                                                  2/14/14
Neve,
     Today you would be 2!  As time goes by it is harder to imagine what you would have been like.  In my memories imagination I still see you with those piercing brown eyes, and I imagine your hair in long, raven plaits.  Would you have been tentative, or attention-seeking?  At two you would be gaining independence and speaking more, and more, each day.  I am sure we would have our battles as you seek to do alone, but your cuddles would have erased all frustration.  Oh, how I miss you and wish for the would-have-beens.
     The moments that are hardest are when your sisters tell me they cried for the missing, when I find your picture in brother's backpack, when your sister doesn't know who you are because she was too little to remember being the big sister, and when I watch your daddy as he struggles to figure out how to grieve and let go.
    I wonder if your other mommy misses you as much today as I do.  Does she visit your grave?  I am too far away to wipe it clean of the dust and rain.  Does she long to hold you just one minute longer?  Does she too long for the sticky kisses of a two year old?
    Today as we celebrate another birthday without you please know I once again wish for you but wouldn't wish you back to this hurting broken world.  May God speed the day I get to be with you and Him!
     Happy Birthday baby girl!  Your mommy loves you!
                                                                               Mom