If you didn't have a chance to read my last post, please do. Because, I found my moral for my story: I am a pitiful excuse for a savior. I liberated the moth only to destroy it in the end. Any person who looks to me or anytime we look to another human for rescue, we will surely be disappointed. We are too imperfect and prone to sin; we need the One who is perfect to save us.
Jesus - He never fails us, but is Faithful. He never disappoints, but exceeds our every expectation. If you do not know Jesus, I invite you to meet the man of your dreams. I invite you to discover a love that is perfect and never failing.
2 Samuel 22:31-33
God's way is perfect.
All the Lord's promises prove true.
He is a shield for all who look to him for protection.
For who is God except the Lord?
Who but our God is a solid rock?
God is my strong fortress,
and he makes my way perfect.
God Bless you!
Theresa
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Rescue Gone Awry!
After telling every sordid detail of my story to my husband, he said, "That's funny, you need to use that story sometime."
I replied emphatically, "That is not funny; it's disheartening. Why did I go to all the trouble for nothing?"
Adding fuel to the fire, my husband continued, "That will teach you to steal a spider's dinner."
This is what happened: earlier in the afternoon this same day, I found a monarch moth caught in a spiderweb on a window in my garage. My rescue heart leaped to free the frantically flapping winged insect from the evil grips of a spider who already had too much to eat - obvious by the looks of his messy web littered with remnants from several previous meals.
I freed the moth from the sticky jaws of death and with amazing patience I often lack, held him between my fingers as I removed the remaining strings of silk from his fragile limbs.
With curiosity, my children watched over my shoulder as I performed this delicate procedure asking questions such as, "What are you doing, mommy?" and "Will it bite, mommy?"
I laid the newly liberated moth onto the sidewalk to recover from the shock of his experience and promptly forgot about him until sundown. Curious if he survived to fly away, I returned to the sidewalk and discovered the answer when I heard the 'crunch' sound under my shoe. EW! Ironically, my little buddy had met his demise by the foot of the one who saved him - ME!.
The moral of this story? I don't know, but I always like to have one. My husband would say, "Don't steal a spider's food." What do you say? Send your comments with your moral to my story.
Blessings to you and may your attempts of rescue be more successful than my own :)
Theresa
I replied emphatically, "That is not funny; it's disheartening. Why did I go to all the trouble for nothing?"
Adding fuel to the fire, my husband continued, "That will teach you to steal a spider's dinner."
This is what happened: earlier in the afternoon this same day, I found a monarch moth caught in a spiderweb on a window in my garage. My rescue heart leaped to free the frantically flapping winged insect from the evil grips of a spider who already had too much to eat - obvious by the looks of his messy web littered with remnants from several previous meals.
I freed the moth from the sticky jaws of death and with amazing patience I often lack, held him between my fingers as I removed the remaining strings of silk from his fragile limbs.
With curiosity, my children watched over my shoulder as I performed this delicate procedure asking questions such as, "What are you doing, mommy?" and "Will it bite, mommy?"
I laid the newly liberated moth onto the sidewalk to recover from the shock of his experience and promptly forgot about him until sundown. Curious if he survived to fly away, I returned to the sidewalk and discovered the answer when I heard the 'crunch' sound under my shoe. EW! Ironically, my little buddy had met his demise by the foot of the one who saved him - ME!.
The moral of this story? I don't know, but I always like to have one. My husband would say, "Don't steal a spider's food." What do you say? Send your comments with your moral to my story.
Blessings to you and may your attempts of rescue be more successful than my own :)
Theresa
Monday, May 11, 2009
Mothers Poem
Someone emailed this poem to me and it relates so well to my last post, I couldn't resist sharing it with you. Enjoy!
Dear Lord, it's such a hectic day
With little time to stop and pray
For life's been anything but calm
Since You called on me to be a mom
Running errands, matching socks
Building dreams with building blocks
Cooking, cleaning, and finding shoes
And other stuff that children lose
Fitting lids on bottled bugs
Wiping tears and giving hugs
A stack of last weeks mail to read
So where's the quiet time I need?
Yet when I steal a minute, Lord
Just at the sink or ironing board
To ask the blessings of Your grace
I see then, in my small one's face
That you have blessed me
All the while
And I stop to kiss
That precious smile
Dear Lord, it's such a hectic day
With little time to stop and pray
For life's been anything but calm
Since You called on me to be a mom
Running errands, matching socks
Building dreams with building blocks
Cooking, cleaning, and finding shoes
And other stuff that children lose
Fitting lids on bottled bugs
Wiping tears and giving hugs
A stack of last weeks mail to read
So where's the quiet time I need?
Yet when I steal a minute, Lord
Just at the sink or ironing board
To ask the blessings of Your grace
I see then, in my small one's face
That you have blessed me
All the while
And I stop to kiss
That precious smile
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
To Mothers of Toddlers
Do you count it a good day when you are able to take a hot shower undisturbed or eat an adult breakfast, rather than share the same smashed bananas you are serving your child? Household chores are never-ending with increasing piles of dirty laundry and a sink eternally full of dirty dishes. When our days are focused on satisfying the needs of our family, we have little time devoted to God in prayer, reading the bible, or quiet time. Therefore, we need to be heavenly minded inviting God into every moment of our day.
Especially, at this stage of life when our children are younger, we need to diligently seek Him. God is our source of joy when mundane tasks of home and motherhood try to steal our joy and cause us to lose focus of our greatest task – to love God with every fiber of our being becoming a godly wife and mother. God is our source of wisdom when challenges arise with our children or spouse and He supplies divine solutions to conquer our problems. Therefore, we must embrace our season of life and pursue Him taking advantage of every moment expecting to see evidence of Him. Can you experience Jesus in the midst of your mundane? Can Jesus be found in your piles of laundry? Yes, I have seen Him there. He reminds me of His sacrifice on the cross which washed us clean of our sins yesterday, today and forever. Can Jesus be found while mopping the floor? Yes, He revealed himself transforming my chore into a chorus of praise. Can Jesus be found while changing a dirty diaper? I haven’t seen Him there yet, but I wait in expectation according to Psalm 5:3
If you are the mother of young children or a busy woman in any role – wife, sister, or daughter of aged parent – who finds God time difficult to acquire, God has a promise for you. Those of us who seek Him will find Him (Prov. 8:17, Matt. 7:7). He is not hiding; He is not bashful; He does not play hard-to-get. Search for Him with all your heart and anticipate His extraordinary arrival in your ordinary day. You will not be disappointed because He is faithful and true.
Now it’s your turn to tell me how our extraordinary God has revealed Himself in your ordinary day. Do Tell!
Happy Mother's Day
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