And we are in paradise. Italy. My favorite place in the world. And Monte Carlo. It oozes fanciness and beauty. And coolness.
Not a day has gone by since we returned from our trip that I haven't thought of this city, our time there. Just my hunk of burning love and I.
'Wow' the smiling lady says. 'Your parents just love being Grandparents to all these cute ones, don't they???'
She looked at Julie. Then me.
Smiling and vigorously nodding up and down.
This was one of those moments.
Do I tell her, 'I have no parents to enjoy all of these sweet children.'
Do I cry on her shoulder as I pour out my guts to her?
So we both smiled back at her and quietly mumbled the same response.
It's hard. Still very very hard. Mom would have been with us at the beach this week. I missed them very much.
One of the names of God in the Old Testament is El Shaddai. How cool that the word El means 'mighty' or 'strong'. El Shaddai is most often translated 'God Almighty', 'God the powerful one,' or 'God, the mighty one.'
For those of you have have EVER nursed, YOU KNOW. This is something that I just can't shake. I keep thinking of this example. It's not always the wailing and noisy crying of a newborn that gets me, it's also their face. Sheer unrest, almost panic. But when pulled up close, the calm that sweeps over them from head to toe is immediate and such a relief.
What a beautiful image of our God who satisfies our every need, calms our every fear, and soothes our every longing. No matter what it is that you are battling today, God is El Shaddai. You can cling to the truth that He is The All Sufficient One. He is live-giving. He wants to give, not take. Nuzzle up to El Shaddai, like a baby to a Mama. Let him calm you, your hurts, soothe and nourish you.
Water jars of the heavens! God emptied the water jars of the heavens onto us. It's rainy here in paradise. But only a few days of rain as it turns out. It was NOT like normal rain. Or normal summer-showers kind of rain.
And one too many fussy comments had been said.
It was hot.
They were all sweaty. And agitated.
Six kids 7-and-under in one house for a week. They were done with the closeness, I guess.
So they were piling on the golf cart, I was staying at the house to wait for the carpet cleaner. They were coming to remove the lipstick that Vivian had so artistically used to decorate the white carpet. As Brian drove off with all the kids I said over and over, 'Love is patient, love is kind...love is patient, love is kind....love is patient, love is kind.'
But its me that needs it. It starts with me. I must teach patience by being patient.
God doesn't want me to be like the world. The world teaches women to be tough, callus.
The Lord wants
These kids learn it from me. We are their greatest teacher.
This week, Brian the girls and I are memorizing these 5 verses: