Mar 01 2013


5,289. Maybe that's the right number.  

I don't actually know, but God does. If you feel forgotten, or maybe someone has let you down - or maybe you let yourself down this week, here's some encouragement for you.

I want you to know those things said about you, done to you, or that you did to yourself do not change the way God sees you.

That's how much he cares.  The Bible says his thoughts towards you are countless as the sand on the seashore, and even the very hairs on your head are numbered.

Maybe it seems weird, but today that was a very comforting thought. That He knows me, how I feel, that I have 5,289 hairs on my head...

“What is the price of five sparrows—two copper coins? Yet God does not forget a single one of them. And the very hairs on your head are all numbered. So don’t be afraid; you are more valuable to God than a whole flock of sparrows." Luke 12:6-8


Actions: Permalink | Tell A Friend! | Comments (0) | RSS comment feed Comment RSS
Feb 28 2013

Epic Fail

You Gotta Laugh At Life, Otherwise...

I had what they call an Epic Fail moment this week. I forgot it was Picture Day at my son's school. So now preserved for eternity will be my son in a yearbook with messy hair and a t-shirt that says, "It Wasn't Me."

After school when I picked him up and I got that proof and it hit me. My face must have turned very pale, my heart started racing, I felt like every parent and teacher in that school were now judging me because I forgot.  It wasn't even about my poor son, he didn't care.  

For some reason I took it as a personal failure and something else that the school would judge me about.  Of course the single, working, mom would make a mistake like that. His t-shirt saying of "It Wasn't Me" should have had the subtitle underneath "it was my overextended mom."

For some reason, I feel like I have to work even harder, have everything more perfect to make up for the fact that our family doesn't look perfect.  But, when I got home, relaxed, I really looked at that picture, I saw my son's sweet smile, and I realized that's all that matters.  

He's happy. I could choose to get mad and cry about it, or just laugh and proudly frame it and put it up on the wall as a reminder, not to ever forget picture day again!

Actions: Permalink | Tell A Friend! | Comments (5) | RSS comment feed Comment RSS