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mamaypma
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Country: United States
State: Montana
Metro: Kalispell
Gender: Female
Interests: Interesting books, intelligent conversation, sports, decorating, photography. Life!
Expertise: Language and Communication
Occupation: Research and development
Industry: Education/Research
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Member Since:
8/18/2005
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| "You are my precious mama." My 2-year-old kissed me on the cheek and said that to me the other day. These are the moments that take my breath away-in the midst of poopy diapers and a very sleep deprived body-a glimpse into the heart of my child makes it worthwhile. Proverbs says "her children rise and called her blessed." Or precious. I'll take it anyday. Sometimes I miss my life before kids. But mostly, I don't. | | |
| So I like to think that I am creative, even crafty. Here is my latest work-a cake for my nephew's first birthday-and I wanted to share.
I have been praying that God would share me more about my gifts lately and while I not sure that "party planning" in a spiritual gift explicitly listed in the Bible, I am enjoying myself.
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| There are few things that are more scary than sitting in an emergency room, holding a sick child grasping for answers to explain what is happening in his body. A wide spectrum of emotions went through by head. They started with, "What business do I have being a parent?!" and ended with, "God, don't you dare take this child from me!" Helpless. Terrified. Vulnerable. Before I had children, I would have considered myself a brave person. Now, I am once again at the mercy of God, leaning on all of the weak faith that I can muster. Now we are out of the hospital and no worse for the experience. What began as a swollen head and high fever ended in strep pheumonia easily remedied by modern medicine. A stronger faith remains and I am, once again, holding loosely. My children are a gift and there is nothing that says I will get to raise them completely. That is something that I know intellectually, but it is entirely something else to be lived out. I am a cowardly parent with metaphorically bruised knees and strong Heavenly Father that hears me. | | |
| O the wonderful cross, O the wonderful cross
Bids me come and die and find that I may truly live.
O the wonderful cross, O the wonderful cross
All who gather here, by GRACE draw near and bless your name!
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| So I heard our baby's heartbeat yesterday. And while this second pregnancy has been most ho-hum, I was once again amazed. God tells us in his word that He knew us in the womb, as we were being formed in the secret place.
The reality of that hits me square in the face when I think about the life that I am carrying and that is taking form. I think about God knitting together my baby and, once again, I am in awe. Help me remember this when I am a walking belly. | | |
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