there's hardly any motivation over here this evening.
my thoughts are jumbled.
my head, hurting.
there must be a way to fight with every breath to be the best momma to these tiny three, while simultaneously laying that same desire at Jesus' feet.
strive to be awesome.
mess up.
strive to be awesome, again.
mess up, again.
all of this striving is exhausting and, truth is, i've no power to be awesome on my own. i'm most keenly aware of this during weeks, like this one, when messing up happens as often as taking a breath.
His Spirit must overpower me when anger is rising, when grace is sparse, and when perspective is narrow.
my job is to give up and let Him take over.
Romans 8:9-11 - “But if God himself has taken up residence in your life, you can hardly be thinking more of yourself than of him. Anyone, of course, who has not welcomed this invisible but clearly present God, the Spirit of Christ, won't know what we're talking about. But for you who welcome him, in whom he dwells—even though you still experience all the limitations of sin—you yourself experience life on God's terms. It stands to reason, doesn't it, that if the alive-and-present God who raised Jesus from the dead moves into your life, he'll do the same thing in you that he did in Jesus, bringing you alive to himself? When God lives and breathes in you (and he does, as surely as he did in Jesus), you are delivered from that dead life. With his Spirit living in you, your body will be as alive as Christ's!"
it's sort of sad that you'll have no idea what this craft is unless i explain it
paper bag fish, sock puppet jonah.
taking down our easter crosses
replacing them with flowers and balloons
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