A list I found this morning when I woke up... I thought it was too cute!
Psalm 139:13
You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body and knit me together in my mother's womb.
I became a mother two months after my 18 birthday. When most of my friends were going off to college and obtaining a degree for their future..I held my future in my arms.. I fed my future.. I bathed my future... I listened to my future cry... laugh... even sing... I even sang to my future...
The past 18 years plus.. I've had kids grace through my doorway... and even with Mother's Day yesterday.. I still had three boys here playing that were not "mine"...and that is ok.... because in a few years... those kiddos will have families of their own... and the house full of children will be gone.
For now.. I will continue to measure each child who walks through the door... for some reason.. all kids love to be measured to see who they are taller than.. or whose graced the doorway before them...
Someday when we sell our home... these two doorway moldings will have to come with us... I want to re-do my kitchen this summer.. but these have to stay.. until we move!!!
And just for some giggles.. these are the many children who have graced our doorway in the past 10 plus years.. here at this home....
I think sometimes my husband struggles with the fact that his older brother is now considered a part-time missionary and travels to Ecuador. He feels that his family has put him up on a pedestal and call him the "better" Christian... in truth there is NO GOOD Christian.... claiming to be a Christian means you recognize that you have faults... failure's... and you sin...
What my husband has to remember and I remind him ever so gently.. that we ARE missionary's.. we just don't have to leave our doorsteps and fly half way around the world.. to share God's love, mercy and grace... all we have to do is live by example...we don't have to ask for money.. and we don't have to post our goals on church bulletins or mail our pamphlets... We do this DAILY.. just not one week out of the year....
Even though these children didn't grow under our hearts... God has surely found many opportunities to have them grow in our hearts.. some of these children that have walked through my door have some sad stories to tell...but I'm hoping that each time they have or will walk through the door.. they can lay that sadness at the door and play and be a kid.. and enjoy a few hours of fun and laughter.. and most importantly... a loving home.
7 comments:
What a special tribute to kids on Mother's Day!
We are mommy's...and not just to our own kids.
you are an amazing loving example to all the children who have graced your door. I am sure on mother's day you were thought of by many more then your own two children.
Isn't that the truth. We have a whole mission field right outside the front door.
So cool the measuring of everyone who come's in your house.
You're amazing. You really are. You represent what we are supposed to do as His children and I feel blessed to know you. I love how you measure and take pictures of them too. I just love you!
Love, Mere
That was beautiful.
My house was like that when my children were growing up. They always wanted to stay home, their friends always wanted to be there. Sometimes their friends were home when my kids were gone to visit their father or other family members. I still get letters and emails from some of them.
I love this post!!! We have a growth chart on our door as well, but never thought of measuring all the other of "our kids" who come through it. Great idea. I love the tenderness that comes through this post. Each and every one of those children are blessed to have you in their lives, I can just tell.
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