From my nouveau devo, Take Flight by Robin Jones Gunn & Cindy Hannan.
Black Winged Guilt:
The enemy did in my heart the same thing he has done since the beginning of time: He broke in, stole and destroyed. Christ, who is my advocate with the Father, defended me…Jesus told my accusers to leave me alone.
“Are you tired?
Worn out?
Burned out on religion?
Come to me.
Get away with me and you’ll recover your life.
I’ll show you how to take a real rest.
Walk with me and work with me—watch how I do it.
Learn the unforced rhythms of grace.
I won’t lay anything heavy or ill-fitting on you.
Keep company with me and you’ll learn to live freely and lightly.”
Matthew 11:28-30 MSG
Go back and read it again. A sentence at a time. *sigh* Light as a feather. That’s how Jesus wants us to be.
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I told you before about my bird name at camp. Puffin.
Now how did it become #2 on Yahoo Buzz? The 2nd top search today on all of Yahoo is Puffin?!
Are my old campers looking for me?
Seriously, why? Who’s doing yahoo searches on a flightless bird?
by oh amanda on August 30, 2007
in family,friends,kids,life,lydia,me,moms,parenting,people,women
Playdates. Before I was a mama, I thought this was the most ridiculous made up term in the world. It sounded like something on the front of a chick-lit book. Playdate. What is that about? Your kids have dates to play? What are they celebrities with an agent?
But now I understand. Playdates. It’s a DATE with other mommies so your kids can PLAY without you! *cue Hallelujah chorus*
I’ve had two fun playdates this week. I met with my messageboard mamas at a town square. We let the kids run around, throw stuff into the fountain and then went to the library for story time. Oh, but we were a week early because apparently story time starts in September.
Today I met my old and new friend, Stephanie at a park. It was so stinkin’ hot out there we drove .5 miles to her mil’s house and the air conditioning! The kids played and played while we chatted. Her mil even played with the kids the whole time–how sweet! It was fun to catch up with Stephanie. She’s just the same. We were middle school girls but now we’re mamas. But we’re still the same. Does that make sense? (uh, btw, I forgot to get even ONE picture today!)
There’s just something about being with people who are in exactly the same place as you. You know when you meet someone that is exactly the same age as you? Born the same month? You just have the exact same memories. (could I use exact and same a few more times?)
Since I’ve met (and had playdates with) these sahms, I find myself encouraged just being around them. They are just like me. Mamas struggling with balancing parenting and marriage. Women willing to lay down their desires for the fulfillment of their kids. Mommies trying to figure out how to discipline without dictating.
I think this is a shadow of what it must have been like ages ago when everyone lived in a little village. When women had their aunts, cousins, moms, grandmothers and sisters to help them navigate the newness of children and family. They made quilts and pies. We drive 30 minutes to see each other and let our kids eat lunchables.
But the idea is the same, forming relationships and support. And the goal is the same; growing our kids into the best people they can be.
(Without going crazy yourself!)
