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 “So whether you eat or drink or whatever you do, do it all for the glory of God.”  NIV (1 Corinthians 10:31)

“There’s got to be more to life than this…”  These words–spoken sixty years ago by a young woman with four children and a traveling husband– reverberate in my mind more often than I’d like to admit.

At times like this–when I’ve spent the day scrubbing toilets and wondering who spit their gum behind the stool.  At times like this–when the day’s laundry and homework swallow the sunshine and I answer “no” when my little girl asks to go to the park.  At times like this–when the tension of work and family coincide and I wonder when things get easier.

Then I’m reminded of the moments that are more.  So much more.  Those times I read a bedtime story beneath the covers with a wiggly eight-year-old.  Those times I hear the deep-throated belly laugh of my little boy as he tells a joke.  Those times I pray for the dear ones in my life–knowing I couldn’t demonstrate love for them any better in any other way.

Sometimes living radically is about the day-to-day faithfulness to love–just love.  Sometimes living radically is about leading through serving–even as a wife and mother.  Sometimes living radically is trusting God enough to know his plan for your child’s life extends beyond today’s struggles.

Living radically…loving radically…trusting radically.  Just for today.

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My two younger children lay snuggled next to me in bed–feverish, sniffling, coughing, and talking in their sleep all through the night while the sounds of my teenager’s favorite music drifted upstairs through the vent system. Boom! Boom! Boom! Hack! Hack! Hack!  Sleep sometimes comes in spurts even when you’ve made it through the baby-stage.  Sigh…

Usually patient, I have to admit I became a bit of a “grumpy pants” as the day wore on.  Does anyone know why sick children have a sudden burst of energy  mid-day while their mother sits slack-jawed on the sofa, eyes glazed over,  coffee stains decorating her old college sweatshirt?  At one point Heather put her hands on my face and said solemnly, “I want my other mommy back.”  Her concern turned to confusion when I erupted in laughter.  Gathering Heather close, I apologized and moved on in a much better frame of mind.

Can you relate, friend?  Maybe YOU’RE the “grumpy pants” today.  Maybe you’ve grown weary.  Maybe you just need a reminder that God remains patient at all times–despite the up’s and down’s; regardless of fickle moods.  We may not have all the answers, but we have a God who does.

Verse for Reflection

1 Timothy 1:16

But for that very reason I was shown mercy so that in me, the worst of sinners, Christ Jesus might display his unlimited patience as an example for those who would believe on him and receive eternal life

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My husband usually wakes me with a cup of coffee and a kiss, but his blue and gold office tie lay in the chair next to the bed.   Yesterday, Dave caught the next flight to California where he’s donned the alter-ego of Commander Kennington.

As I usually do when he’s away, I awakened every hour last night–somehow afraid I’d miss the belching bar, bar, bar of the alarm clock.  I shouldn’t have been concerned.  My daughter lay next to me–a “sleep over” we had called it.  Her tiny leg stretched across mine and I marveled that my presence could give her such reassurance.  Little does she know that I’m afraid of the dark and the boys left the back door unlocked last night when they put the dog out.

The sounds of morning are beginning to stir outside the front window and in the fading dark I hear the occasional crunch of wheels as someone begins the trek to work.  I breathe in the peacefulness of quiet–it’s unusual for a house bursting with children and sports toys.  I’ve reveled in a three-day weekend; a break from the constant whir of demands and responsibilities of a mid-life mommy.  No sporting events.  No time cards.  No rush, rush, rush.

But today, I start again.  What is my attitude?  Do I seek respite with the intent of filling up on Jesus in order to serve others willingly?  If I’m honest, I’d rather stay in the warmth and safety of our little house baking chocolate chip cookies.  But, God has a design for this day that doesn’t include melting chocolate.  So today…chocolate or not…I’ll do what I can with what I have–just in case it matters.

Recommended Reading

http://www.amazon.com/She-Did-What-Could-SDWSC/dp/1414333781/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1358860997&sr=8-1&keywords=she+did+what+she+could  She Did What She Could by Elisa Morgan

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"He will never leave you nor forsake you."Covergirl and Este Lauder promise we’ll see the difference.  The Biggest Loser and American Idol assure that once we’ve “made it”, our lives will have meaning…purpose…value.  Cultural icons and pop psychologists promote self-fulfillment as the answer to our problems.

But the life-changing, perspective altering difference doesn’t come in a bottle.  He came as a baby.

The life-changing, perspective altering, purpose-giver didn’t come to earth seeking fame. He wasn’t wrapped in a flawless body.  Instead, he was wrapped in swaddling clothes.

The life-changing, perspective altering, soul-fulfilling choice didn’t hang on the cross to bear only the stripes on His back, but to bear the nails in His hands that would set us free.


…I have come that they may have life and have it to the full.  John 10:10


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