251 – Musings of a Mother
January 6, 1986
I’m sitting in bed, jammied, creamed, teeth glistening and minty, in Momma’s pink robe, listening to the faint strains of Josie’s worship tape from her rooms below me. I look up and hundreds of pink and white fist-sized roses are cascading down from ‘rose heaven’ on the yellow wallpapered walls all around me. I love roses. I adore roses. Thank You, Father.
I love old things—like this house, 2-story, oak-framed windows and oak doors downstairs, old oak furniture left from original owners, lace curtains in the living room, beveled glass windows and a large bay window where the boys can sit and read. Praise You Father.
And the grass outside on these three beautiful acres is always green even under 13 inches of 4 day old snow. The wind is howling outside, but the house stands solidly around, under, and over me. Bless God. Bless My God.
The mudroom is a precious bonus and much used for muddy, or swimming-pool wet, or snowy-wet or rainy-wet boys.
Our sons–healthy, tired from the hours of this day filled with school work, play, sledding and sliding on icy hills on bottoms—are sound asleep in two bunk beds, warm, jammied in new blue GGDup Christmas jammies—with layers of covers, clean faces, prayed over, kissed, very much loved, daily forgiven. Thank You, Father. Praise my God.
Dear dear Dan, my wonderful God-given man, is at a week-of-prayer meeting hearing from You, worshiping You, being moved, changed, healed by You. Praise You for this once-in-a-lifetime, life-changing opportunity You have given us to grow and be ‘formed for service.’
Who knows what tomorrow brings, what next week or this summer brings? May I please be given, and receive JOYFULLY, the grace to praise You in and for all of the circumstances of my life. Especially, the closeness of my husband and children. May the law of kindness be on my lips; may I truly be the joyful mother of my children.
For Your glory, for my rest.
He makes the barren woman abide in the house as a joyful mother of children. Praise the Lord! Psalm 113:9
The law of kindness is on her tongue. Psalm 31:26