Life Never Takes a Breath

   

For some of you, the business of taking your children to school has begun.  Fall is right around the corner and, before you know it, the holiday flurry will begin.  Life never takes a breath.  We move with it, at times against it, at the speed of sound.  Days slip into weeks...months...and years. 

Parenting is the toughest, yet most important job we will ever do.  Yet, we rarely take the time to prioritize and set goals as a family.  We set goals for jobs, churches, schools, etc. but rarely for our own children.

Take some time to ask God what His plans are for your family and your children.)  Begin to set priorities and goals.  Set markers to measure those goals.  Work in tandem with God as a family.  You can even make your Preschoolers a part of this as you pray, out loud, asking Him to show you how to parent them.   You don’t need Map Quest, turn for turn directions.  Only the outline and 

vision He holds for you and your precious family.  Remember, He was the one who brought you together; who knitted your children in their mother’s womb (Psalm 139.)

As most of you know, my children (19 and 28) are grown and on their own.  I would give anything to tuck them into bed and say one more prayer with them.  We can’t get one moment back. 

Enjoy each one to the fullest! 

Diane Losea; Preschool Ministry Coordinator

Daddy's lap

When my babies were small, and as long as they would fit, I loved to set them in my lap!  I would wrap my arms around them and pull them in as close as possible, deeply breathing in every detail!  Words were unnecessary.  Our hearts would collide and mine would dance and melt simultaneously.     When I could hold them long enough, I would listen to the rhythm of their heart and feel the cascade of their breath. Such precious mommy moments enabled me to press through the mundane as well as insane other moments that made up life.  Those moments brought both balance and a sense of renewed strength.
As I had my quiet time this morning, I pondered God's lap ( I call him "Daddy".)  Hmmm, okay I cannot wrap my brain around God literally having a lap.  But I do have a remarkable imagination!
I imagine laying my head in Daddy's lap.  Not the image of God penned by Ezekiel or Isaiah, but the image of God embodied by His son, Jesus.  We sit in silence as words are superfluous. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me in as close as possible.  The world stops in awe of the moment, I'm certain of it.  Initially, I am left breathless by the immensity of the moment.  There we abide.  As long as I am willing to remain, he is fully present.  Even as I type, all the emotions and feelings of those moments overwhelm me.  Such precious Daddy moments birth renewal.  And the fragrance from those moments linger and hold me through the day.  Oh, how He loves me!