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Do not hesitate to drink up the grace that God pours over you.
In the big things and in the little things. “Giving yourself grace” doesn’t mean that you’re slacking off or that you are not capable of serving God and those around you. It simply means that God is handing you his sweet, merciful grace in all things, and you can accept the gift from him. Serve him in everything, and let him fill those voided areas and shortcomings that only he can.
Apparently the rats of resentment and vindictiveness are always there in the cellar of my soul. Now that cellar is out of reach of my conscious will. I can to some extent control my acts: I have no direct control over my temperament. And if (as I said before) what we are matters even more than what we do -- if, indeed, what we do matters chiefly as evidence of what we are -- then it follows that the change which I most need to undergo is a change that my own direct, voluntary efforts cannot bring about. And this applies to my good actions too. 'how many of them were done for the right motive? How many for fear of public opinion, or a desire to show off? How many from a sort of obstinacy or sense of superiority which, in different circumstances, might equally have led to some very bad act? But I cannot, by direct moral effort, give myself new motives. After the first few steps in the Christian life we realise that everything which really needs to be done in our souls can be done only by God.
C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity
Motherhood
This has been the most physically, emotionally, and even spiritually exhausting three weeks of my life. Our little man needs so much love, milk, sleep, time, patience, patting, and cuddling. He cries when he’s not sure what he wants.
I have also cried so much these last three weeks, and usually between the hours of 10:00 p.m. and 4:00 a.m., pacing the living room, bouncing or rocking my baby boy in an attempt to ease him back into sweet sleep.
Nursing. I now understand why some mothers choose formula over breastfeeding. To the mothers who nurse for months and months, you are amazing. To the mothers who don’t, you are also amazing. Nursing is painful, messy, and vulnerable. I have mastitis from breastfeeding my little one, which made my breast swollen, hot, red, and sharply painful, with fever and chills. Nursing is hard.
Sleep is becoming more like a pleasant memory and less like a constant friend these days for my husband and I. We’re up every two hours now, and we are fortunate if we can close our eyes in between feedings. Little man hates his crib. He will only sleep in your arms.
Motherhood has been tough to say the least. My apartment is never clean, and I’m a mess as well. Somehow we are our happiest in the middle of all this. I don’t ever want it to end if it means I get to keep my son. Mothers are incredible, sacrificial people. Don’t forget to thank the woman who invested so much of herself into caring for and raising you. That woman loves you with all her soul.
Bless the Lord, O my soul! O Lord my God, you are very great! You are clothed with splendor and majesty, covering yourself with light as with a garment, stretching out the heavens like a tent. He lays the beams of his chambers on the waters; he makes the clouds his chariot; he rides on the wings of the wind; he makes his messengers winds, his ministers a flaming fire. He set the earth on its foundations, so that it should never be moved. You covered it with the deep as with a garment; the waters stood above the mountains. At your rebuke they fled; at the sound of your thunder they took flight. The mountains rose, the valleys sank down to the place that you appointed for them. You set a boundary that they may not pass, so that they might not again cover the earth. You make springs gush forth in the valleys; they flow between the hills; they give drink to every beast of the field; the wild donkeys quench their thirst. Beside them the birds of the heavens dwell; they sing among the branches. From your lofty abode you water the mountains; the earth is satisfied with the fruit of your work. You cause the grass to grow for livestock and plants for man to cultivate, that he may bring forth food from the earth and wine to gladden the heart of man, oil to make his face shine and bread to strengthen man's heart. The trees of the Lord are watered abundantly, the cedars of Lebanon that he planted. In them the birds build their nests; the stork has her home in the fir trees. The high mountains are for the wild goats; the rocks are a refuge for the rock badgers. He made the moon to mark the seasons; the sun knows its time for setting. You make darkness, and it is night, when all the beasts of the forest creep about. The young lions roar for their prey, seeking their food from God. When the sun rises, they steal away and lie down in their dens. Man goes out to his work and to his labor until evening. O Lord, how manifold are your works! In wisdom have you made them all; the earth is full of your creatures. Here is the sea, great and wide, which teems with creatures innumerable, living things both small and great. There go the ships, and Leviathan, which you formed to play in it. These all look to you, to give them their food in due season. When you give it to them, they gather it up; when you open your hand, they are filled with good things. When you send forth your Spirit, they are created, and you renew the face of the ground. May the glory of the Lord endure forever; may the Lord rejoice in his works, who looks on the earth and it trembles, who touches the mountains and they smoke! I will sing to the Lord as long as I live; I will sing praise to my God while I have being. May my meditation be pleasing to him, for I rejoice in the Lord. Let sinners be consumed from the earth, and let the wicked be no more! Bless the Lord, I my soul! Praise the Lord!
Psalm 104 (ESV)
On the one hand Death is the triumph of Satan, the punishment of the Fall, and the last enemy. Christ shed tears at the grave of Lazarus and sweated blood in Gethsemane: the Life of Lives that was in Him detested this penal obscenity not less than we do, but more. On the other hand, only he who loses his life will save it. We are baptised into the death of Christ, and it is the remedy of the Fall. Death is, in fact, what some modern people call 'ambivalent'. It is Satan's great weapon and also God's great weapon: it is holy and unholy; our supreme disgrace and our only hope; the thing Christ came to conquer and the means by which He conquered.
from Miracles, C.S. Lewis
He is Risen Indeed!
because of the saucer magnolias...
Long ago there lived a people who believed the world was made of music. Above them the skies sang, and within them melody knit their marrow to their souls. So, hearing harmony in the both the world wi
Ian: I want to start up a business called 'Thank You For Calling How May I Help You'.
Me: Okay. Why?
Ian: So every time someone calls, we can answer the phone with "Thank you for Calling 'Thank You For Calling How May I Help You'. How may I help you?"
Me: Uh-huh. What kind of business is this?
Ian: It's a restaurant.
Thanking God every day for this goofball. He makes me laugh so much. :)
Everything that dims the brightness of your grace in us
Lord Jesus, we have sinned times without number, and been guilty of pride and unbelief, and of neglect to seek you in our daily lives. Our sins and shortcomings present us with a list of accusations, but we thank you that they will not stand against us, for all have been laid on Christ. Deliver us from every evil habit, every interest of former sins, everything that dims the brightness of your grace in us, everything that prevents us from taking delight in you. We ask these things in the name of Jesus our Lord, Amen.
From this Lord’s Day service. “God’s People Confess Their Sins”
All glory be to Christ our King, All glory be to Christ! His rule and reign we’ll ever sing, All glory be to Christ!
How deep the Father's love for us How vast beyond all measure That He should give His only Son To make a wretch His treasure
How Deep The Father’s Love
Now, Theology is like the map. Merely learning and thinking about the Christian doctrines, if you stop there, is less real and less exciting than the sort of thing my friend got in the desert. Doctrines are not God: they are only a kind of map. But that map is based on the experiences of hundreds of people who really were in touch with God -- experiences compared with which any thrills or pious feeling you and I are likely to get on our own are very elementary and very confused. And secondly, if you want to get any further, you must use the map. You see, what happened to that man in the desert may have been real, and was certainly exciting, but nothing comes of it. It leads nowhere. There is nothing to do about it. In fact, that is just why a vague religion -- all about feeling God in nature, and so on -- is so attractive. It is all thrills and no work: like watching the waves from the beach. But you will not get to Newfoundland by studying the Atlantic that way, and you will not get eternal life by simply feeling the presence of God in flowers or music. Neither will you get anywhere by looking at maps without going to sea. Nor will you be very safe if you go to sea without a map.
C. S. Lewis, Mere Christianity