Today I am so thankful for my little family. The yells for mommy in the morning, the thump of feet on the wood floors, the pajamas, toaster waffles and coffee filled mornings. We have thankful hearts with His name on our lips. We drive to school and Gavin declares thats it time for our "on the way to school" song. We blare it and the kids and I raise our hands in the air, clap our hands, and praise God for His goodness once again. If I let the song run over into the next, Gavin reminds me thats it time to pray. We turn it off as we turn onto Arroyo. We pray all the way up Arroyo. Its the same drive everyday, but a different prayer & it always includes..."Lord, let us shine for you today?!". I love being their mommy. I love touching their hair, hugging, and cuddling. I love how unique they are. I can't imagine life without the messiness that I am always trying to clean up. Sigh. Help me Lord to teach them to see themselves as you see them. If I could only teach them not to please me but to please you, God. If I could only teach them to fear you and not man.
Father, as you reveal my deep seated root to please people, in the face of all my insecurities you gently remind me of how you see me. You give me pictures...pictures of how you view us.
As a photographer, my last shoot is always my new favorite. My latest image is always my new pride & joy. Every picture completely unique and beautiful. I celebrate the latest image, its nuances, light, subject, magic. I marvel at the beauty. And then God speaks. This is how I see my precious creation. Every person unique and beautiful and I delight in each one. Each one is my favorite. Each one was created for my good pleasure. Each one is to be celebrated and important.
I was created for Him and His good pleasure...not anyone elses. I am to live for Him and His purpose. There is such joy in knowing how He sees me.
Such freedom in living only for Him. Teach me. Teach me Lord. Break the chains that bind me, Oh God. Pull out the root, ever so gently Lord, of sin that is so intwined with who I really am, ever so gently, Lord.
Thank you for your creativity, gentleness, and love. Thank you for the gifts you've given me...their all for you Lord...all for you.
But who are you, O man, to talk back to God? “Shall what is formed say to him who formed it, ‘Why did you make me like this?’” Does not the potter have the right to make out of the same lump of clay some pottery for noble purposes and some for common use?
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.
Fear not, little flock; for it is your Father's good pleasure to give you the kingdom
Teach me to do your will, for you are my God; may your good Spirit lead me on level ground.
6“Is not this the kind of fasting I have chosen:
to loose the chains of injustice
and untie the cords of the yoke,
to set the oppressed free
and break every yoke?
7Is it not to share your food with the hungry
and to provide the poor wanderer with shelter—
when you see the naked, to clothe him,
and not to turn away from your own flesh and blood?
8Then your light will break forth like the dawn,
and your healing will quickly appear;
then your righteousnessa will go before you,
and the glory of the Lord will be your rear guard.
9Then you will call, and the Lord will answer;
you will cry for help, and he will say: Here am I.
“If you do away with the yoke of oppression,
with the pointing finger and malicious talk,
10and if you spend yourselves in behalf of the hungry
and satisfy the needs of the oppressed,
then your light will rise in the darkness,
and your night will become like the noonday.
11The Lord will guide you always;
he will satisfy your needs in a sun-scorched land
and will strengthen your frame.
You will be like a well-watered garden,
like a spring whose waters never fail.
12Your people will rebuild the ancient ruins
and will raise up the age-old foundations;
you will be called Repairer of Broken Walls,
Restorer of Streets with Dwellings.