Until Next Time

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I’m feeling better, the sun came out,

and it’s time

for an important announcement:

We’re going on vacation! 

Kinda sorta.  Maui?  Not exactly…  Chilly New England.

My Sweet Babboo is off from teaching this week.  He’ll be working a second job (what a hero, allowing me to stay home with the kids!) and we’ll be here, same as always –

BUT

we will not be getting up before it’s light,

he will not be face-to-face with 9th graders all day (9th graders of the world, you understand, right?)

and

I will not be blogging.

In honor of a vacation-of-sorts, I’m taking a week off to do some maintenance work on The Full Vine.  I truly love writing to you each day, and I want to make it the best experience possible for everyone who pops in. 

While Mama works, please continue to stop by and nose around my re-do’s and experiments.  Most of all, have a wonderful week, and know that I’m thinking of you.

To kick off my week of semi-silence, here’s the REAL soul food thought for today:

Every time I bend over to scoop up one of my chillins, I am stooping.  Bending.  Creaking a little, maybe, but stopping in the middle of what I’m doing to fully hold and lift them.

Your right hand supports me. 

You stoop down to make me great.

Psalm 18:35b

It is impossible for me to fathom the Sovereign Creator bending down to notice and help me.  But somehow the feeling of lifting my hefty 20lb 7 month-old helps me grasp it a little.  He’s helpless, even though he’s huge.

I’m helpless, too.  And I am not judged for that.  God isn’t pointing his finger at me and scolding me as I’m so apt to do to my own children.  He’s gentle and humble.  Jesus Christ the Man proved that.

Thank you, God, for supporting me, being gentle with me, and stooping down to identify with me in my weakness.  I love you for it.

                                                                                                                                                          

Until next time, friends!

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The Frugal Woman’s Toilette: Her Face

The Half-Hour Headband

Little Boy Blue

The Garden That Was

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Maybe I’m Growing or Something

what in the world is “soul food sanctuary?!”

what happened to SUNDAY’S VERSE SATURDAY?!?!

I*DON’T*LIKE*CHANGE!!!!!!

Neither do I…  But sometimes you have to roll with it – just go with it, when a lightbulb flickers on and you realize you’re on to something good.

I used to write “Sunday’s Verse Saturday” because I had a hard time remembering to get my heart ready for Sunday worship.  Sometimes that’s still true…  But I realized something really cool this week:

Lately, my inspiration for Sunday morning’s sharing time has come from much earlier in the week.  God is so incredibly gracious.  I don’t deserve a lifeline or a rock to cling to.  But every week He gives me sustenance for my soul. 

There’s a reason it’s called “daily bread.”  It’s not just for church time, or for the day before.  I cannot take a step forward without His help.  I need Him DAILY.

Some will say that this means Christianity is a crutch.  I’d say………..it’s a stretcher.  I’d be a liar if I didn’t admit my abject need for His love.  There I am, on the front lines (as are you), trying to live by the skin of my teeth, trying to become something better than what I am, and failing and failing and failing.

The mercy of Christ is what gets me out of bed, turns my heart into something new, and allows me to be of some use and help to the people around me. 

This week, Psalm 26:2b,3 kept pouring through my head:

Test my motives and affections. 

For I am constantly aware of your unfailing love.

And I have lived according to your truth. 

That is my prayer – a little scary, to think of Almighty God testing me…  But not really scary, because I remember His love and it never ever fails to reach even me.