Whew...

Well, it only took me about three different times of working at this computer (a total of nearly two hours) to figure out how to add the picture on this blog site. When I finally viewed my blog and IT WAS THERE, I shouted to myself, "Hurray" and was secretly thankful that my oldest daughter wasn't in the house....I would've had to tell her the reason for my excitement, and she would likely have said something like, "Mom, I could have done that for you." ugh! ...she's eleven.

Yes, I am still a work in progress just like my children. The water still rushes and gushes and hits hard against my little rock that sits on the shore. I'm just thankful that I have the capacity to still figure some things out. :)

Today, I'm figuring out what to get my sweet momma and my mother-in-law in honor of Mother's Day. I often wrestle with this holiday, as I do many others. Why does society dictate when we need to honor someone, and why do I feel so compelled to oblige? I want to find ways to honor the women in my life - these two godly women, in particular - on a regular basis, as commanded by God. Does a card or a flower on a holiday mean that I truly honor her? Yet, if I don't take part on that day, it's very noticed. Therein, the dilemma.

And the same goes for my children.... I don't want them bogged down with the expectations that holidays bring. I want them to speak freely and act freely and honor freely, from their hearts - not because it's expected by Hallmark or dictated by a inscription on a calendar on the second Sunday in May. My children honor me each time they do their chores or answer me with "yes, ma'am." They show me honor when they joyfully obey the first time they're called to do something. They melt my heart when they share with their siblings or care for those around them without being asked to do so. I feel most honored when they write me a sweet note, spontaneously. One day, perhaps, they will rise up and call me Blessed - not because it's a Sunday in May - but because they are learning to honor me and others on a daily basis. This doesn't happen overnight, of course......it's a constant process. Like water gushing upon a rock.....:)