What better time to end my hiatus than Easter?  Easter: A rising from the dead…a coming out of hiding…a great return…a breaking of the silence.

Silence…?

My short time away from my computer-key-therapy was spent in busyness and mayhem.  I’ve been sorting, packing, and cleaning in order to get our house on the market.  Our desire is to move closer to our church community and family.  This, however, requires the kids to switch schools, yet again, and with that, comes all kinds of thoughts to process and forms to fill out.  All of these decisions required a stepping away so that I could be intentionally focused on the choices and tasks at hand.

So here I am.  Struggling to keep the house clean while on the market, still two months left of this school year, and the calendar steadily filling with weddings, graduations, and celebrations of all kinds.  I almost feel premature in my return.  Soon (hopefully), I will have to pack more boxes, make some out-of-town trips, and in general, be too busy for my own good.  I might find myself stepping back once again, in need of another break, in need of some silence.

But what better time to break silence than Easter?

Have you ever thought about silence?  Have you ever been quiet enough to truly experience it?  And then when your words have stopped, have you ever been still enough that your thoughts stop?

Me either.  

When I try to be silent, other sounds intrude…it’s never completely silent:

Distant birds chirping.

Cars humming two streets over.

The dog’s breathing gaining weight as she falls asleep under my desk.

Dang, I forgot to start the crockpot…

I wonder if the realtor will call today…

I really should get a hair cut.

The silence is never completely silent…unless your lying breathless in a tomb. Tweet: The silence is never completely silent, unless your lying breathless in a tomb. #EASTER #BreakingTheSilence

When I consider my return to blogging, my breaking of silence…I know nothing of the topic.  I not only wonder if this is the right time to start writing again, but I also question if I’ve even taken a true break.  If I’m honest, I don’t know true quiet, true rest…because even in my portrayed absence, I’m still busy.  Again, if I’m honest,  I don’t know true sacrifice, true death, or true breathlessness.  I’m always clinging to self-interests, comforts, or lung-filled gasps for control.

Perhaps I don’t know true silence, because I don’t know how to truly surrender.Tweet: Perhaps I don't know true silence, because I don't know how to truly surrender. #EASTER #BreakingTheSilence

Jesus, while seemingly absent as His body lay in that tomb, was hard at work.  He was waging a war.  He was busy going to the place of mayhem, defeating death, conquering sin, paying off the debt of mankind.  His hiatus wasn’t a vacation.  His purposeful silence redefines the understanding of my own rest.

His silence had motive.  His stillness acted in extremes.  His body slumped over, but His Spirit ran into battle.Tweet: His silence had motive. His stillness acted in extremes. His body slumped over, but His Spirit ran into battle. #EASTER #BreakingTheSilence

Perhaps, I need apply a new silence to my lips, or to my keyboard.  One that requires a laying down of my own comforts and opinions.  One that only speaks through actions of sacrifice and words of mercy.

As I come back from my blogging hiatus, I consider how Jesus broke His silence.  The earth shook and He appeared to many, making sure they knew the only news that mattered: they were loved and redeemed.

At first, my own breaking of silence seems pretty insignificant compared to all that Jesus has accomplished.  (Plus, His ground-shaking-bit…no one will even notice when I’m back!)

But, I see that His breaking of silence tells me all I need to know about re-engaing my own voice:Tweet: His breaking of silence tells me all I need to know about re-engaing my own voice. #EASTER #BreakingTheSilence

He loves me. (John 3:16) (Romans 8:35)

He has won me. (1 Corinthians 6:11) (1 Corinthians 6:20)

He has equipped me. (2 Corinthians 3:5) (Ephesians 1:3)

He has empowered me. (Ephesians 1:19) (Ephesians 6:10) (Romans 8:37)

He has sent me. (Matthew 5:13-14) (Matthew 28:19) (John 13:34-35) (2 Corinthians 5:20)

What better way to break silence than with the example of Jesus’s own ground-shattering return from the quiet tomb…to proclaim the only news that really matters.

“I have been crucified with Christ. It is no longer I who live, but Christ who lives in me. And the life I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me.” 

Galatians 2:20

Our series: Jesus…the Equal Opportunity Offender picks up with this question:

“What if we struggle to accept Jesus’ offensive ways?”

(If you haven’t checked out the previous posts, find them here.)

Jesus addresses those dissatisfied by His methods in the next verses of Matthew 11:

20 Then he began to denounce the cities where most of his mighty works had been done, because they did not repent. 21 “Woe to you, Chorazin! Woe to you, Bethsaida! For if the mighty works done in you had been done in Tyre and Sidon, they would have repented long ago in sackcloth and ashes. 22 But I tell you, it will be more bearable on the day of judgment for Tyre and Sidon than for you. 23 And you, Capernaum, will you be exalted to heaven? You will be brought down to Hades. For if the mighty works done in you had been done in Sodom, it would have remained until this day. 24 But I tell you that it will be more tolerable on the day of judgment for the land of Sodom than for you.”
Jesus is saying in as many words, “Woe to you who see good works, who hear the testimonies of the church, and act like dissatisfied children who don’t repent.”

Apparently, being offended by Jesus includes a lack of repentance.Tweet: Apparently, being offended by Jesus includes a lack of repentance. #JesusTheEqualOpportunityOffender #Matt11 #Part4

Now in this context, the dissatisfied children Jesus is speaking about are the religious leaders (the wise and understanding).  They had been kept in the dark.  They were the confused and dissatisfied (with how John had come, with how Jesus had come).

But it is God’s gracious will that His way has been revealed to little children:

“25 At that time Jesus declared, ‘I thank you, Father, Lord of heaven and earth, that you have hidden these things from the wise and understanding and revealed them to little children; 26 yes, Father, for such was your gracious will. 27 All things have been handed over to me by my Father, and no one knows the Son except the Father, and no one knows the Father except the Son and anyone to whom the Son chooses to reveal him.'”

To the children who are ready to accept his potentially offensive ways…

to the children who are in the wilderness looking for Him…

to the children who are willing to hear the abrasive message of repentance…

to the children who wrestle and submit in repentance…

to the children who are suffering, hurting, enduring the discomfort…(all of us, really)…

He makes this grace-filled invitation:

“Come to me all who labor and are heavy laden and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for you souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.”

Jesus is such an amazing poet. He’s been talking about all of His offensive methods for the entirety of the chapter…and then this verse!

We have come to hear it in church and immediately exhale…”ahhh, all who are heavy laden and I will give you rest… YES!”

But upon careful inspection, Jesus continues in the same way as the previous verses using an image of slavery and controlled labor to give a message of freedom and mercy. Tweet: Jesus continues in the same way, using an image of slavery & controlled labor to give a message of freedom & mercy. #Matt11 #yoke  The same imagery is seen in the message of the cross:  an instrument of death through which we are given life.

It’s more wilderness, more uncomfortable clothing…a backwards method.  It’s Jesus’ way of doing things.  But, if we accept the offense, it’s a gracious and merciful invitation to LEARN from Him.

When we yoke ourselves to Jesus, He does the heavy lifting.Tweet: When we yoke ourselves to Jesus, He does the heavy lifting. #JesusTheEqualOpportunityOffender #Matt11 #Part4

Imagine a little boy and his daddy cutting the grass with a push mower. The boy is not really doing anything.  The daddy is doing all the work.  Yet, the son is receiving the satisfaction of completing the hard task and he is learning from his daddy how to cut in straight lines and turn the mower around a tree.

Or, imagine moving furniture with someone who is 10x stronger than you.  You really aren’t doing much.  They are carrying the brunt of the couch, but you gain the satisfaction that comes form completing the task.  You also learn how to work with others, how to watch the corners when going up the stairs, how to flip a mattress on end to fit through a door. You learn things from the experience that will allow you to be more of a help when the next friend needs help moving.

As mentioned in posts 1 -3, in our weariness or burdens we can ask, “I hear stories of this Jesus…has He really come? I don’t feel any relief from the pressures of this world!” Jesus answers us , “Yes! See all that I’ve done and continue to do!”

But, knowing our weakness and proclivity to dissatisfaction, He warns against discontentment–not being satisfied with Him, not trusting his “backwards way of doing things”.

He always has our best interests in mind.

Not all suffering comes from the Father, for sin has produced all kinds of suffering and trials that I believe He would rather us not endure.  BUT, we cannot forget Romans 8:28:


“And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose.”

He gives us an illustration that through suffering, He will carry the heavy load of it for us.  We will get to be a part of the suffering, because there is good stuff to learn in it…meekness and lowliness of heart to name two… AND, the satisfaction that we made it through.

We gain the irreplaceable experience that makes us an asset to the body of believers.  So that when those around us are tempted to look to another, we can share a story that bears witness to Jesus’ power.Tweet: Burdens give us an irreplaceable asset to the body: a story that bears witness to Jesus’ power. #EqualOpportunityOffender #Yoke #Matt11

If I needed to move furniture and someone came in and just did it for me, I wouldn’t gain anything, except softer hands (like the softer clothing mentioned earlier in Part 2).

Jesus doesn’t want us to be soft-handed wimps. We are to be servants, down knee-deep in the nitty-gritty.Tweet: Jesus doesn’t want us to be soft-handed wimps. We are to be servants, down knee-deep in the nitty-gritty. #JesusTheEqualOpportunityOffender

In fact, later in Matthew Chapter 23, verses 2-4 he addresses a crowd of people and his disciples speaking of the pharisees saying:

“(they) sit on Moses’ seat, 3 so do and observe whatever they tell you, but not the works they do. For they preach, but do not practice. 4 They tie up heavy burdens, hard to bear,[a] and lay them on people’s shoulders, but they themselves are not willing to move them with their finger.”

He doesn’t want us to be like the pharisees, unwilling to lift a finger. That’s not how He does things. The people wanted an earthly king, but Jesus came as a servant. The people wanted a religious rule-follower, but He broke all the rules to show mercy to others. We often want Him to come and make our suffering disappear and avoid any lifting at all.

But instead He says, “It’s good for you to walk through this.  I will be with you…carrying most of the weight, in fact, but it’s good for you to have that cart behind you. I will send my messengers into the wilderness. I will dress you in uncomfortable clothing and give you a hard-to-receive message.”

Thanks, Jesus!?!?!?

But we have…to… trust… Him.

There is good not just at the end of our suffering but good while we are in it, and He provides rest for us, and a light yoke to Him in the midst of it.

BUT, HOW?

HOW does He make our burdens light???

When the downpour of all the rain in our area last October finally ceased, at first glance, our yard appeared brown and dry and malnourished.  It looked as if under the weight of all that water it had been damaged.  However, it wasn’t brown grass that I was seeing.

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It was pine needles.

The weight of the water knocked thousands of tiny, lightweight needles out of the pine trees putting a protective blanket over the grass. In all actuality, the grass was thriving from the abundant moisture. From the outside, it looked like it had suffered terribly, but within, it was experiencing great growth.

So it is with suffering and the burdens that lie in our carts.  With an untrained eye, it can look like the world and our lives have gone to pot.

But upon closer look, with great intentionality and training, we can see the good lying beneath…under the suffering.Tweet: But upon closer look, with great intentionality & training, we can see the good lying beneath-under the suffering. #EqualOpportunityOffender

We can see that while from a distance the blanket of needles looks overwhelming and suffocating, in reality, each needle is feather-light.

It is Jesus and His word who train our eyes and hearts in seeing this distinction.

This is how our burden becomes light: He unveils the good and helps us deal with one needle at a time.Tweet: This is how our burden becomes light: He unveils the good and helps us deal with one needle at a time. #EqualOpportunityOffender #Matt11

When we feel weary and burdened, it is especially essential to invest time yoking ourselves to Him so that He can carry the brunt of our load.  We do this by spending time reading and learning from His word, listening to Him in prayer, and worshipping Him with our hearts.

But remember, it’s a yoke!  So it might feel offensive at times.  His words of truth might challenge us,  might steer us onto a different path than we would have ourselves go.

Does He have our attention?  Will we let Him offend us and our worldly ways?  Will we sit still long enough for Him to put on the yoke?  Will we allow contented suffering due to His promise of true rest?

Spend some time with me ‘yoking’ to this:

“Clothe yourselves, all of you, with humility toward one another, for ‘God opposes the proud but gives grace to the humble.’  Humble yourselves, therefore, under the mighty hand of God so that at the proper time he may exalt you, casting all your anxieties on him, because he cares for you.  Be sober-minded; be watchful. Your adversary the devil prowls around like a roaring lion, seeking someone to devour.  Resist him, firm in your faith, knowing that the same kinds of suffering are being experienced by your brotherhood throughout the world.  And after you have suffered a little while, the God of all grace, who has called you to his eternal glory in Christ, will himself restore, confirm, strengthen, and establish you.  To him be the dominion forever and ever. Amen.” 1 Peter 5: 5-11

The other day, I tried to take a nap in a grocery store parking lot, in a semi-reclined Suburban passenger seat.  The  broken A/C was blowing hot volcanic gas on the right side of my face.  My legs were curled up and my aching 30-something-year-old, four-child-bearing-hips were cramping.  It was uncomfortable rest.  Almost offensive.

“Come to me all who are weary and heavy laden and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light” (Matthew 11:28).

Have you ever wondered why Jesus uses the imagery of a yoke when he invites us to rest in Him?

A yoke is an instrument used to bind and drive animals, so why does Jesus say this? It seems pretty backward. Almost offensive.

Way back in the beginning of Matthew 11: 1-3:

“When Jesus had finished instructing his twelve disciples, he went on from there to teach and preach in their cities.  Now when John (John the Baptist) heard in prison about the deeds of the Christ, he sent word by his disciples  and said to him, “Are you the one who is to come, or shall we look for another?'”

John the Baptist was in prison, (most likely an uncomfortable place) hearing stories about Jesus and wondering, is this really the guy? (As a side note here, this is such a comfort to me. This is the man promised to  prepare the way for Jesus and even he had questions and uncertainties.) He asks, “Are you the one who is to come, or shall we look for another?”

That question is amazing: “Are you the one who is to come, or shall we look to another?”

Let’s get real for a minute:

Have you ever been in the context of uncomfortable circumstances and wondered, “Is God going to show up?”

Have you ever sat and listened to someone else’s amazing testimony and thought, “But is that the same God I seem to be waiting on to do some miraculous thing in me and my situation?”

“Is the Jesus I hear everyone else in the church talking about, really the ‘guy’?”

“Is He really the way out of my suffering?”

“Should I just look to another?”

We are often tempted, especially in times of weariness or heavyladen-ness, to “Look to another”. Tweet: We are often tempted, especially in times of weariness or heavyladen-ness, to “Look to another.” #JesusTheEqualOpportunityOffender #Matt11

I know I have.  We are going to see that the rest of Jesus’ words, all the way up to his invitation of rest (offensive rest), are an answer to this question: “Should I look to another?”

But before moving on to the rest of His words…today, let’s uncomfortably rest on these questions:

*In what ways do we look to another when we are tired of waiting for our circumstances, suffering, or trial to change?

*How quickly do we give up on Jesus and His ability to work miracles, turning our eyes to another hope?

*Which ‘others’ do we look to for salvation from our weariness or suffering?  (Job, spouse, change of circumstances, physical fitness, kids, alcohol, sex, a home-run sermon, an amazing worship service…???)

*Why are we so quick to forget that He is the promised One?

 

 

Day 8: Sudafed, Tylenol PM, Mucinex

I woke up today congested, feeling a bit yucky.  So I added a lot of over-the-counter pills to my Lenten observance throughout the day.  I am thankful for modern medicine technology, for pharmaceuticals, and for relief they bring.

Thankful that one day will come when there will be no more sinus headaches, no more sneezing, and no more medicine-head.

“He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away.”

Revelation 21:4


Day 9: sleep

After the Tylenol PM, I was blessed to have the opportunity to sleep in the next morning.  I added some extra hours of rest and night-time sleep, as well as a nap in the afternoon.  Sleep is good.  Thank you Jesus, for inventing sleep, for my comfy pillow, for a nice mattress, and a house to cover my head and drown out the outside noise.  I am also thankful that rest is commanded by God.  What a wise and wonderful God!  I am thankful that He allows us to rest guilt-free.

I am also thankful that after adding extra sleep, I’m starting to feel a little better.  I am thankful for the ultimate healing in Jesus.  He is the great physician.

“In peace I will both lie down and sleep; for you alone, O Lord, make me dwell in safety.”

Psalm 4:8


Day 10: Julia Child

Helen had a biography project/presentation due this morning at school.  The aspiring chef chose Julia Child as the subject of her assignment.  She dressed up as Child and presented a cooking show for her class of fellow 3rd graders.  I was so proud of her.

Julia Child’s once said, “I didn’t start cooking until I was 32, before that I just ate.”  How many areas of life am I just eating, missing out on an abundance of tastes and scents.  Helen also played a remix video of Julia Child, and in it she mentions, “never stop cooking.”  And to think that she didn’t start until she was 32.

As we pay tribute to Julia Child today, I pray that Jesus reveal to me what I have been merely consuming without producing.  I pray that He whisper into me a new desire to start something and never want to stop.  Trusting that He has something for me, I am excited to open my senses to whatever it is.

“Oh, taste and see that the Lord is good! Blessed is the man who takes refuge in him!”

Psalm 34:8

The rain dances off the shingled roof while shouts of laughter and giggles of delight bounce back and forth.  I sit in the coziness of my kitchen with my smoked berry and incense candle setting the mood.  What a calm Columbus Day home from school.  With the showers and dark clouds comes the dawning of Fall.  (Or at least I hope cooler weather is on the horizon.)

Autumn is my favorite season, with all it’s tastes and scents.  Whether it’s walking into the grocery store and smelling the cinnamon pine cones, or sitting in a Starbucks with a spiced pumpkin latte, once October hits, the aroma and palette of fall is hard to escape.

This morning I thought, I really should write a blog post today.  We are coming off a full and long weekend and though I should write, all I want to do today is sit with my coffee in front of the panes of glass and watch my children soak up the drops of joy falling from the sky…that, or take a nap.  I had to run a quick trip to the store earlier this morning for some basics as I was praying, “What do I even write about today? I got nothin’, Lord.”  Then I realized I completely drove past HEB, as if headed to school on a non-holiday Monday.  I was already sitting at the next stop light.

I’m a little embarrassed to admit I’ve done this before.  I’ve been deep in thought, distracted by squabbling kids in the back seat, or simply so exhausted that I miss my turn, pass my exit, or even drive past my own house, especially if it is a non-routine stop.  I hope some of you can identify with this…

As I sat at the red left-turn-only light, waiting to make my u-turn back to the store, I prayed again, “What do I even write about today?  I’m too tired to think, too tired to process, too tired to listen.”

Yep, there it is.  A clear word from the Lord.  Here we go:

How many times have I been too tired, too fatigued, too apathetic to listen to God?  (More times than I can count or realize, I suppose.) Our pace of American life lulls us into such monotony of routine that we drive right past the urgings of God.  When His Spirit speaks something that is outside the set boundaries of our schedules or beyond the lists of to-dos, we can sleep-walk ourselves past doors of opportunity.

Wake UP!  God is telling us, “WAKE UP!”  I have let my new-found awareness and ear (albeit still being fine-tuned) go…to…sleep.  Are you awake??

I know what it is to be so exhausted that eyelids succumb to the laws of gravity, even in the midst of conversation. I get it. I know it. I am in that very state right now. But I am called to WAKE UP! I either need to make the necessary changes to not be so dang tired or I have to get over the sleepiness and force myself to be aware in the midst of fatigue. Perhaps the solution requires a little of both.

There are values in our culture that oppose rest, that break the 4th commandment.  It’s admirable to work overtime.  We boast of our busyness.  Think about that for a minute.  Our sins are all equal in the sight of God.  Every sin, whether “big” or “small” (as deemed by our society) leads to death.  So are we willing to take murder with the same degree of self-righteous excuse as we do working on the Sabbath?  What if we murdered for the sake of an extra days worth of salary?   What if we murdered for the sake of ministry? Yeah, I went there…  How unsettling if we boasted of our killing?  If we boasted for killing innocent people for the “sake of the Gospel?”

Our disregard for the Sabbath, using the excuse of “ministry” as justification, is no less a sin than the genocide of populations during the crusades.

Jesus healed on the Sabbath, yes.  But Jesus also withdrew from the crowds and rested.  We have to rest.  We have to take rest seriously.  We have to regard the commandment to honor the Sabbath with the same conviction as we do the other 9 on the list.  What good is a half-eyed “christian” zombie who is too tired to hear the Spirit?  It sure doesn’t make the truth of “Jesus in me” very convincing to others, when I am too tired to listen to Him and to bear His fruits of joy, peace, and patience.  Why would anyone want what I have?  It looks and feels miserable.

Jesus, forgive me for not taking rest seriously.  Forgive me for not taking care of the body you have given me.  Forgive me for letting my lack of rest inhibit me from following You.  Forgive me for selfishly pursuing works instead of pursuing You.  Forgive me for misrepresenting the new life and joy you offer in the presence of others who have yet to taste it.

Jesus, thank you for covering me in grace and giving me new life regardless of my performance.  I am made new, daily.

Adequate rest is only half of my issue.  When I am fatigued (and it’s bound to happen regardless of good Sabbath habits, because I’m only human), I am still called to wake up.  In the garden of Gethsemane, Jesus asked his disciples to stay alert and pray…and they couldn’t keep their eyelids peeled.  Twice He pleaded for their attention and twice they fell victim to slumber.   “And he came to the disciples and found them sleeping. And he said to Peter, “So, could you not watch with me one hour?  Watch and pray that you may not enter into temptation. The spirit indeed is willing, but the flesh is weak” (Matthew 26:40-41).  The Spirit is right there, willing to reveal to me all manner of amazing gifts and revelations, but my flesh has been entirely weak.

Jesus pleads for our attention.  He desires our alertness to His words, to His Spirit.  If we are walking through life on auto-pilot, we miss His very voice and all that He has to offer us.  He sings songs over us.  He speaks truth to us.  He reminds us of our beauty, our inheritance, our value, and our worth.  These are reminders I need daily.  I’m so ashamed that I don’t pay attention to these messages that I desperately need.  I can’t believe that I own lies of value and worth that are contrary to what He says about me, yet His sweet words are ever-present for me.  The Spirit’s fragrance and taste is all around me, just like Fall and it’s hard to escape.  Yet, I have found a way to bypass it all.

Jesus, forgive me for falling asleep to Your voice.  Forgive me for coasting through the day to day, unaware of the destinations to which I’ve been blind and the reminders of your truth.

I receive the clean slate you give me and honed-in ears to start afresh.

2 Timothy 2:13 says, “if we are faithless, he remains faithful— for he cannot deny himself.”  For that, I am truly thankful.  My list may not be totally completed at today’s end, but at least I heard Him say, “I will be faithful to you.”

Today I am tired, but not alone.  My list of to-dos fills an entire 8 1/2 x 11 page of lined notebook paper.  About half-way down the list is: write blog post.  Listening to God doesn’t mean I’m irresponsible with my daily duties.  When I listen to Him, He walks alongside me and makes the stuff happen, infusing each task with His fragrance of joy and lightness of heart.  It’s the cinnamon and cardamon added to the everyday cup of joe.  The ordinary becomes enraptured with His presence.  With Him living in me, I can be tired, joyful, productive, and attentive all at the same time.

I have tried in the few hours of sitting in front of the screen to listen to God, even through my fatigue, even through trying to complete my writing task, and even with the other 15 things on my list looming in the back of my mind.  This morning, I went on a journey to write a blog post.  But I listened and stopped along the way, guided to pitstops and destinations that were not in my plan.  Here’s what happened:

– I watched the rain fall.

– I closed my eyes and opened my ears to the sounds of my children’s laughter.

– I laughed over the top of the laptop as I witnessed four kids battle one dog to a bath–in the rain.

– I embraced muddy feet.

– I happily scratched off the list…

give the dog a bath

– I stopped typing to take pictures of siblings hugging in the open grass midst a thunderstorm. photo – I savored my creamer-enhanced coffee as I sat waiting for the electricity to come back on.

-I stopped typing again to tickle a half-naked, wet, and muddy toddler boy.

-I pondered my rest and lack thereof…then prayed for forgiveness.

-I meditated on grace.

-I paused to fill a bathtub with soapy warm foam for cold little bodies.

-I tossed soggy clothes into the washing machine, counting the blessings of modern technology.

– I marked off…

do a load of laundry

– I wrapped little boys in fluffy dry towels and kissed their tender noses.

– I happily elongated the chase of a naked bathroom escapee, and marveled at his laughter, picking up random toys on the floor along the way.

– I grabbed the pencil…

bathe kids

pick up clutter

-I returned to the keyboard and gave thanks for fresh ears and propped-open eyes.

– I heated hotdogs for lunch and threw some ingredients into the crockpot.

– I drew a line through:

start dinner

– I snuggled my baby close, singing a lullaby, then laid him sleepy-eyed into his crib for an afternoon respite.

– I sat for a final session at the computer and listened.  I recounted all that Jesus had for my tired soul in one short morning…

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