I don’t think I’ve ever had a neat, tidy, easy-to-keep-up-with schedule – well, except for those six weeks after my spinal fusion surgery where I couldn’t do anything. But regular, everyday living? No! Don’t think so!
Two college students living at home who love for me to cook for them. Two of the cutest grandkids that I watch during the week. My husband’s home-office. . . at home.
I blog. . . when the schedule doesn’t push that out of the way. Or maybe, it’s not really the schedule. It’s how I process, think, talk to God, write.
You know that conflict you had when your kiddos were little? The littles and their messes, the energy drain, the confusion of “where’d-my-before-kids-dreams-go?” I admit, I now understand why I didn’t write much when my five sons were little and growing. Sometimes one dream needs to give space to another dream. The only way I could do that and not feel loss was to give that writing dream to God. It was something so very dear, so very much a part of who I considered myself to be. I remember giving God that dream. . . . and dug into the answered prayer He’d given me – the answered prayer of more children after experiencing secondary infertility.
Somewhere in living the crazy, beautiful, and, at times, heart-sore raising of all those boys, God gave my dream back to me, showed me how He wanted me to use it. Sometimes God is an either-or God with dreams. . . Sometimes He weaves them together. . . in His own time.
Believe me – I don’t quite know how being a boy mom, writing, baking and photography are valued on a resume, but I know He has designed all these threads to come together in His design.
This morning while I was walking, I thought about all my grands – and the two who come to Muddy’s House during the week. . . . and I had a little w.o.w. moment. You see, about 29 years ago I was pregnant with their dad. He was the answer to a prayer – a three year prayer while we struggle through the infertility journey. We loved our first son so very much, our hearts wanted more children. It was a journey of tears, heart-anguish. If you’ve been there, you understand. In that journey, I drew closer to God, learning how to lean into Him, to find that place of security in the shadow of His wing, to learn to trust, to meet Him as my beloved Father.
I also believe He was preparing my heart to be the mother five boys would need – a mother who never would give up, just like He’s a Father who never gives up, who knew God is the only solution, the only salvation in the easy and hard of mothering.
As I was walking, I realized how that answered prayer has multiplied into countless blessings. . . because I stuck to God and wouldn’t let go when it got hard. . . . because I gave the dreams to God – the writing and each child – all to God. . . . and He has handled them all so much better than I could or can on my own.
Those two precious little ones that come to Muddy’s House. . . they’re here to come because God answered a prayer over 29 years ago. I’d started praying for my husband when I was 12 – and had a shadow of an idea of what the result of the answer of that prayer would be like when I’m 90, but I’d not really thought about the long-term life of what my prayer for another child would look like, what my life would look like. Who fathoms being 58 when you’re muscling through your twenties?
Somehow, it is not the same-old same-old. I get to read “Be Brave Little Tiger,” and answer a gazillion three-year-old whys with a “Muddy says,” and watch his little brother learn to crawl and find joy in putting cheerios in his mouth. . . and experience that sweet peace when nap-time comes and all is quiet. . . and watch his daddy give hugs, handle exasperation with his special brand of grace, and teach his son to put on his shoes before they go out the door.
I’m watching these two littles develop relationships with their uncles who still live in Muddy’s House for A Little While. We talk about who calls me Muddy and who calls me Mom and who calls me Maryleigh. I’m watching this precious three-year-old fall in love with my baby’s girlfriend who is just the sweetest girl and recognizing that one day this sweet, little three-year-old is going to have his heart broken, just like Uncle Cam’s heart was broken when he was four, just like mine was broken when I was four. And one day, the son of an answered prayer, will fall in love with his Savior, though he doesn’t understand he has one and needs one just yet.
Answered prayers aren’t just one-dimensional. The Story of The Answered Prayer continues growing, grOWIng and GROWING. God’s answers are never one-dimensional.
Every now and then on a Monday, while I’m remembering what God has done for me, my family and community, I may not always manage to put up my Remember Me Monday Link. But friends, I’m living in the Hallelujah of a lifetime of Answered Prayers – and believing more answers are coming, even when today might not look or feel like I want.
What answered prayers are you living out that haven’t stop growing, haven’t stop giving, haven’t stopped blessing?
Remember Me Monday: #30 & Linky
“I’ll make a list of God’s gracious dealings,
all the things God has done that need praising,
All the generous bounties of God,
his great goodness to the family of Israel—
~ Isaiah 63:7, The Message
In the Old Testament, God repeatedly, quietly and loudly, tells his children, “You have forgotten me!” (Jeremiah 3:32, Ezekiel 22:12, to name a few). It’s a heart cry from a father to a child who has forgotten all the love, all the saving, helping, little and big blessings – and it leaves me stunned when I realize our Father, the creator of the universe, who knows things I cannot begin to fathom, who authors storylines that leave me amazed, delights in all of us so much, He cries out, “Remember Me.”
While every day is a Remember God Day, I am inviting you to join me on Monday mornings to come by and remember what God has done for you, for your family. Maybe God sent a cardinal darting out in front of you, as if to tell you, “I’m here,” or broke a child’s fever after you laid it all down at His feet in a 2 a.m. bedside vigil. Maybe He stood with you in the wait of a prayer sent out, or brought someone you loved to Christ. Maybe He healed your broken heart, gave your courage, or you gave Him your dreams as a love offering only to have Him give them back in an unimaginable way. Maybe God helped you survive to bedtime after a crazy Monday, or forgive yourself for missing it with your kiddos –– Whatever it is, let’s Remember Him. . . in a “Remember Me Monday” love letter.
“My mouth will tell of your righteousness,
Of your salvation all the day long,
Though I know not its measure.
I will come and proclaim your mighty acts, O Sovereign Lord”
~ Psalm 71:15-16.
Let us delight in Him by telling the stories of what He’s done! If you wrote a blog post remembering what He’s done for you, join the linky. If you didn’t but still want to praise Him for what He’s done – write it in the comment section. Then visit a comment before or after yours! One of the beautiful things about the blogging community is the relationships it builds!
Rules? Write long or short, a list or a story, include photos or not. Just Remember Him and what He has done, and let the gratitude of your heart guide you. Let’s make Monday so Rejoice, that the goodness of God spills into the rest of the week!
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