Five Minute Friday — Reach

This post is a part of Five minute Friday, a writing flash mob that happens every week when writers are prompted by a single word to write for 5 minutes without any major editing. Just raw thoughts and emotions. You can find out more and/or join the party here.

 

I could talk about reaching for your dreams or reaching for the stars, but today I am just reaching for strands of sanity….

After about an hour and a half of sleep, the kids, for the first time all week got up before I did.  Not such a good thing today.  Then the tiny little bugs wouldn’t brush their teeth, so we were almost late to school.  I came home got coupons all cut out and organized, drove 20+ minutes to the nearest Harris Teeter, shopped for about 1/2 an hour and went to check out.  Then I realized my wallet was at home.  It has just been one of those mornings.

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photo credit: Picture Perfect Pose via photopin cc

Some days aren’t reaching for the stars days.  They are about just reaching out for the little bit of sanity we can grasp at in this moment.  Reaching out for something hard to hold onto, that can bring us back from the brink of loosing it.  What is your one thing that brings you back from the edge?  A little quiet time with God, a tv watching session, a good book, music?  Whatever it is, can you send it my way today?  I think I might need it.

 

Godspeed,

Mollie ❤

Listen

To a mommy the silence can signal a problem with the littles. In my house it usually means they are making a gigantic mess that will likely be hard to clean up. When the kids aren’t here, the silence is deafening. But what if we used the silence to listen for God’s voice? To be sensitive to the stirrings of the Holy Spirit within us? How would the silence change for you if you used it to draw closer to the one who made you? To listen to His plan for your life?  To rest in His loving comfort?  To let Him shape and mold your life into what He meant for it to be?

Everyone is so busy these days that is easy to get caught up in the hustle and bustle of the world and forget to be still and listen to that still small voice that is calling out to you.  Did He tell you to take that next step you just took, or have you stopped listening for His approval before you make a move?  Is your life in shambles?  Have you made time to pray to Him lately?  And more importantly, did you listen for a reply?  I think we don’t know how to wait on Him anymore.  We have been overtaken my movement that is next to impossible for us as a body to be still and just listen for a time.  What would it look like if we took our cues from God instead of the rest of the world that is moving so quickly around us?  Often we think that our singular actions don’t make an impact, but it only takes one doing something and then teaching someone else to do the same, to create a movement.  A movement can change the world.

So pray and then listen for God’s reply.

Wait.

Yes.

No.

Take that step.

Don’t take that one.

No matter His answer, do it.  Go out and change the world.  It just takes one!

 

Godspeed,

Mollie  ❤

This post is a part of Tuesday at Ten, writing based on a prompt word.

Mommy anxiety prayer

It’s the beginning of the school year in our neck of the woods.  Bookbags are packed and hung on their hooks.  New school clothes are washed and neatly put away, ready to be torn apart in the morning by excited, or sometimes not so excited, littles as they get ready to head off to the first day of their new school year.  And mommies are wiping tears from their cheeks at the mere thought of tomorrow.

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I will be sending off a Pre-K and a 1st grader in the morning.  It will be the first full day of school for my younger son.  (We have a program here called More at Four, where they go to school on the elementary school grounds for a 1/2 hour less than the normal school day.  I was worried about that being too long for them at that age at first, but my older son went two years ago and loved it!  The teacher at our school is amazing.  We love Mrs. Jill!)  Tonight in my discipleship group one of the mommas voiced an anxious prayer request for herself as her daughter and her soon to be step-son both start kindergarten tomorrow.  So we prayed as tears rolled down her cheeks.  I remember that anxiety that tried to well up inside me last year as I dropped off my Kindergartener each day.  I know I know, it was his second year of full school days, I should have been used to him being in school by then, but I swear there is something about it being KINDERGARTEN that just made it harder.  I don’t know why.  I shared with her a prayer born out of that anxiety that I prayed over each of my sons in the mornings before I dropped them off at school last year.  I thought I would share it with each of you as well.

 

Father, I release my sweet baby into your hands.  I pray that you would keep him safe.  I pray that you open his mind so that he learns big things,  quiet his emotions so that he stays out of trouble, and I pray that you would help him to make friends who will point him straight back to you.  I pray that you guard the gateways of his eyes and ears, and please please guard his purity and innocence.  In your Holy Name we pray.  Amen.

 

Every morning after we had pulled into the parking lot of each of their schools the son getting out would climb into the front seat and hold my hand as I prayed this over him.  They always said Amen with me.  This daily prayer really did help my mommy anxiety.  I was able to go about my day and not worry about them.  I hope this prayer brings comfort to some of you.  🙂  I will be praying for each of you in the morning as I too battle the first day of school mommy emotions.

 

Godspeed,

Mollie  ❤

Five Minute Friday — Tell

Five minute Friday is a writing flash mob that happens every week when writers are prompted by a single word to write for 5 minutes without any major editing.  Just raw thoughts and emotions.  You can find out more and/or join the party here.

 

My brother.  He was a half brother and we only lived together one summer when I was around 6 and he was 14.  We were never terribly close, but he was my big brother.  He was a pro wrestler and the healthiest person I knew.  It was an aneurism (I have no idea how to spell that word) that took him one morning.  He was 33.  It will be 9 years in October since he was taken home.

 

Jason.  Jason was loud and silly, never serious, but I loved him.  Not like a girl loves a boy, but like a best friend.  He is who I went to when the boyfriend of the moment was being a jerk, or I had a freshly broken heart, or when I just liked someone.  He was my sounding board.  It will be 17 years in January since a car wreck on a rainy morning on a curvy road took him.

 

There have been others over the years.  Grandparents, who the thought of can still reduce me to tears, friends, old boyfriends, but those two were respectively the last and first losses that shook me to my core.  The kind of loss where you still pick up the phone to call them for weeks, or months after, before you remember that you can’t.

 

So tell them.  Tell them that you love them.  Tell them that you care.  Let the people in your life know how much you care while there is time.  If you’re single and there is someone who makes your heart flutter, tell them.  The worst they can say is no.  You’ll save your heart regret and the bother of what if.  We are not promised tomorrow.

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photo credit: ashley rose, via photopin cc

If you knew this was the last time you would see someone you love, what would you say to them?  Now go tell them, because it just might be.

Godspeed,

Mollie  ❤

I love you all and would like to thank you for your support you have given me as I stepped out in faith in writing this blog.

Worship Wednesday — Joy

With a Facebook news feed full of talk of depression this week, I am dedicating today’s worship Wednesday to joy.  While with true depression it takes a measure more than music to make a difference, for your everyday, run of the mill doldrums, music can lift you right out of it.  We all need a renewed spirit and for our focus to be redirected at times.  This song has been my companion on many a blah kinda day.  It was recommended to me by my dear friend Colleen on just such a day many years ago.  Since then this song has served to bring me out of the dullest of moods in a matter of minutes, or maybe after it’s played a few times, depending on the kinda day I was having.  It lifts my spirits and can turn my attitude right around, pointing my focus back to where it rightly belongs, on the Lord.  I hope you enjoy it!

Rita Springer

I Want the Joy

 

I want the joy of the Lord to come now
I want the joy of the Lord to fall now
I want the joy of the Lord in my life

I want the joy of the Lord lift me
I want the joy of the Lord change me
I want the joy of the Lord in my life

Its time I started dancing over all these graves
Its time I gave you all my God the highest place
Its time I lift my voice
and beg for His blessing to fall

 

It is a simple song with only three refrains played repeatedly, but it is so very soothing to my hurting soul, and it serves to bring forth the joy that it speaks of.  When I think of pure joy I see an image of a little girl in a dress, arms held out, twirling around and around without a care in the world.

 

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photo credit: Kazz.0 via photopin cc

 

“But let all who take refuge in you be glad; let them ever sing for joy.  Spread your protection over them, that those who love your name may rejoice in you.”

–Psalms 5:11

I leave you with a prayer and a quote.  The prayer because, well,  we could all use a little extra prayer on our behalves and the quote, just because I love a good quote!

 Tonight my prayer for you is that you find joy in the small moments that make up a life.  May the Father’s joy be forever in your heart and may His hand lead you and guide you on your path.  🙂

“Never frown when you’re sad because you never know who may be falling in love with your smile”

–Christina Phan

 

What does your picture of pure joy look like?

Godspeed,

Mollie  ❤

My adventures in painting!

I recently signed up for one of those painting classes.  You know the ones where you bring your beverage of choice, a large caramel iced coffee for me, and they guide you in painting a picture.   At least that’s what I thought I had signed up for, until I got there.   It turned out to be so much more.  A free paint session…my first thought was this is so not going to go well for me.   I have never painted anything in my life, besides the bathroom walls, and even those had to be redone.   A painter, I am not.  I ignored my immediate flight response.  You know the one that says you are going to fail miserably at this so you might as well leave before you have the chance to fail.  God had set the scene for me.  I didn’t know the three other women painting and so didn’t chat much with them till the end of the session.  My friend who owned the gallery and her partner had been called to the front to assist customers, and the friend who was supposed to come with me had been called to get her daughter due to her hubby working late.  I was uncomfortable not knowing anyone, but I would have surely talked myself out of painting if any of the circumstances had been different.

I picked up the paintbrush and stared at the blank canvas before me.  And then it was there.  A picture in my head where there had been nothing a moment before.  I got a verse as well to go along with the picture in my mind.  So I started.  What I ended up with wasn’t quite the picture in my head, but it was something I had created out of nothing.

August 07, 2014  Be The Light

August 07, 2014 Be The Light

You are the light of the world.  A city on a hill cannot be hidden.  Neither do people light a lamp and put it under a bowl.  Instead they put it on its stand, and it gives light to everyone in the house.  In the same way, let your light shine before men, that they may see your good deeds and praise your Father in heaven.

                                                                                      –Matthew 5:14-16  

The above verse was the one in my head as I painted.

  I’m not saying I have a future as a painter, but I am so glad to have been able to push past my fears and doubts to discover something new about myself.  I also managed to walk away with a few new friends who find themselves in similar places in life as I.

 

Have you ever heard the phrase trial by fire?  Since I first heard God’s voice calling to me and turned towards Him that has been our relationship pattern.  I don’t want to do something, am sure that I can’t and He comes in insisting I do it anyway.  He sets the scene and pulls abilities out of me that I didn’t know where there.  When you are sitting there and He is pressing you to do something that is uncomfortable for you, I urge you to choose that moment to press in.  Don’t shy away and run for the hills.  God has been cultivating things in you since before you were born, and only He knows what those things are and how and when they will appear.  When you are standing in front of something scary and you are unsure, jump in.  You never know until you try.  Wouldn’t it be a shame to miss out on something great that God was trying to do through you because you were too scared to take the next step?

 “You miss 100 % of the shots you don’t take.”

–Wayne Gretzky

  Though we are not speaking of hockey, it still applies.  What shots are you missing?

 

Godspeed,

Mollie  ❤

If you are local I suggest you visit Courtin’ on the Square Gallery and Consignment!  It was a lot of fun and they have a great collection of items from local artists in their gallery.  🙂  Thank you Shari, for letting me participate in your test run painting class!

Five Minute Friday — Fill

Five minute Friday is a writing flash mob that happens every week when writers are prompted by a single word to write for 5 minutes without any major editing.  Just raw thoughts and emotions.  You can find out more and/or join the party here.

 

I have exactly two thoughts when this word comes to mind.

  1. I want to be filled with God till there is nothing left in me but Him.  So that when people look at me they see Him.
  2. I want to go out and fill the world with Him.  How can we not share Him with the world when He has done so much for us?  Imagine the impact if every believer you know told one person and then they turned around and taught one person, and so on and so forth.

Imagine how the world would change if we all shared what we have been given.  If we filled the world with disciples of the one true God.  Maybe the world wouldn’t be such a lonely and scary place anymore.

I leave you with this video because the second I saw the prompt word it popped into my head and wouldn’t leave.  🙂

Godspeed,

Mollie ❤