If I could speak all the languages of earth and of angels, but didn’t love others, I would only be a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. If I had the gift of prophecy, and if I understood all of God’s secret plans and possessed all knowledge, and if I had such faith that I could move mountains, but didn’t love others, I would be nothing. If I gave everything I have to the poor and even sacrificed my body, I could boast about it; but if I didn’t love others, I would have gained nothing.Love is patient and kind. Love is not jealous or boastful or proud or rude. It does not demand its own way. It is not irritable, and it keeps no record of being wronged. It does not rejoice about injustice but rejoices whenever the truth wins out. Love never gives up, never loses faith, is always hopeful, and endures through every circumstance.Prophecy and speaking in unknown languages and special knowledge will become useless. But love will last forever! Now our knowledge is partial and incomplete, and even the gift of prophecy reveals only part of the whole picture! But when the time of perfection comes, these partial things will become useless.When I was a child, I spoke and thought and reasoned as a child. But when I grew up, I put away childish things. Now we see things imperfectly, like puzzling reflections in a mirror, but then we will see everything with perfect clarity. All that I know now is partial and incomplete, but then I will know everything completely, just as God now knows me completely.Three things will last forever—faith, hope, and love—and the greatest of these is love.
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Miss I is two years old and she completely reminds me of a Muppet because of how animated she is. She gets so excited when she talks about different things. At bedtime, she came to me and threw her pajama shirt at me. She went on and on about not being able to find her pajama pants and needing to look for them in her sister’s bed, “Up, up, up!” (She and her older sister share a bunk bed.) She absolutely insisted that I stand up so she could see how big I am. I stood up and she proceded to exclaim, “Wow, you are really big!” I know she was talking about how tall I am, especially compared to her. I thought to myself about how I am actually a short 5″ and hugely pregnant. I have been feeling very huge and frumpy in my 26th week of pregnancy. My two-year-old doesn’t see me as being short or huge, to her it’s completely awesome that I am, “big.”
Today Mr. A, who is 7, was asking me about how many days it will be before he is 1000 years old. I tried to work out the math in my head and ended up giving him an estimate. I shared with him since Jesus is going to come back some time to reign as king of Earth he may get to live to be more than 1000 years old. This made his eyes light up and he shared with me that at Vacation Bible School they talked about Jesus coming back. I am so proud that he’s getting what we’re teaching him.
Mr. J is all about honestly. I gave him a glass of milk after he had brushed his teeth for bed time because he reasoned with me that it was okay for him to brush his teeth again. He said, “You’re the best, Mommy. Even though you’re mean to me sometimes, I still love you.” I told him that I did not think I am mean to him, and he said, “maybe, just a little,” and we left it at that. It’s unconditional love, just like how God loves us!
Mr. A and I got into a little argument and he said something that made me wonder if maybe I wasn’t just a little too hard on him. I am going to have to work on that!
Almost every morning the first kid to wake up is my one-year-old Miss D. She wakes up and says “Mom. :::short pause::: Mom. :::shorter pause::: Mom. She does this over and over until I come and if that doesn’t work she starts calling, “Dad.” If she hears me stirring she says, “Mom”even louder. Her crib is just around the corner from my bed in a different room. She is like an alarm clock with a broken snooze button. It has been driving me crazy to wake up to her calling for me. Then the other day I read this quote in a guest post on momastery.com by a Momma with two kids who have autism.
Neither one of my boys can talk. I long for the day that they call for me over and over again until I want to rip out my hair… Mom Mom Mom Mom Mom Mom Mom Mom Mom Mom Mom Mom Mom Mom Mom Mom Mom Mom mommommommommommommmmmm!!!!!!!
I immediately thought of Miss D and my perspective on my little daily alarm clock changed. This morning after her calls I snuggled her back to sleep in my bed for a whole. extra. hour. and I still took a nap this afternoon! I cannot guarantee that she won’t make me grumpy, but I will try to keep it in perspective!
Miss E gave her talking puppy to Miss D. I was so proud of her for being generous, but I also know that she and I have talked a lot about how she can’t have any new stuffed animals unless she gives some away. She brought in a lot of other toys that she wants to give away or send to her cousins in the Philippines. She might just want new toys, but a part of me believes that she really wants to be generous and giving. Joshua gathered some of his toys and gave them to me saying he wants new toys too.
It is a fun thing to get Truth from little people. I can’t help it, I absolutely love it!
Yesterday morning I watched the memorial video of Nicki Baker and I cried my eyes out. She was a 30 years old and died of complications brought on by HELPP syndrome and worsened by the H1N1 virus. She died only 5 weeks after giving birth to a premature baby girl. I never knew Nicki and only heard her story through a friend of a friend of Nicki’s. Though Nicki was a stranger to me, her story has cut me to the core because of several different truths that it put before me. First of all, this life is fleeting. We do not know the number of days that we have to live on this earth. Second of all, I get to be here for my children. Thirdly, every life has a purpose, my life has a purpose. What do I do with these truths about life?
This morning I read my usual devotional, My Utmost for His Highest, by Oswald Chambers and the following words really struck me,
“When a truth of God is brought home to your soul, never allow it to pass without acting on it internally in your will, not necessarily externally in your physical life. Record it with ink and with blood— work it into your life. The weakest saint who transacts business with Jesus Christ is liberated the second he acts and God’s almighty power is available on his behalf.”
I need to work these truths into my life, and make them part of who I am, so that I can be free and unlock the power of God in me! These truths are not new to me, but maybe I have not worked them into my life completely. I am sharing this here in hope that it will be part of my recording it in “ink.” What truths have you found that are not yet worked into your life or recorded with ink and with blood?