But, then again maybe this was the late 80′s.  Based on the mullets and the men’s attire, perhaps 1989 would be a better guess.  What do you think?  Want to join me for a little 80′s flash back?

Is that like so totally cool or what?

p.s. You’ve just got to check out THIS LINK!  

But, then again maybe this was the late 80′s.  Based on the mullets and the men’s attire, perhaps 1989 would be a better guess.  What do you think?  Want to join me for a little 80′s flash back?

Is that like so totally cool or what?

p.s. You’ve just got to check out THIS LINK!  

I smiled knowing my little girl was being steeped in the Word of God.  This Sunday Faith planted a seed.  I believe it was a lima bean.  She had a little cup decorated with all sorts of stickers and her name.  ”I put three in there,” she told me excitedly, “You have to put it in the window.”  We came home and selected just the right spot for three little seeds to grow.  

After Faith’s Sunday nap, she came bounding down the stairs.  She ran to the seeds and on her tippy toes took the cup down from its “growing spot.”  With expectant eyes, she peered over the top of the cup.  ”Why is there not a plant?” she asked.  

“Well,” I explained, “We have to water it and give it time to grow.  These things take time.”  It didn’t matter what I said. Each day she has believed that any period of her absence from these plants might have made them grow.  She checks them all day long.  

I chuckle as I watch her but know I am the same way.  There are people in my life in which I plant the seeds of Christ.  Each time I see or hear from them, I am peering anxiously into their cup to see if there is any growth.  Often times, I am discouraged and impatient when I can’t see a thing.  

Yesterday, Faith went to spend the night at my parent’s house.  In her absence, I watered her little seed and went to place it back in the “growing spot.”  But as I placed it back, I saw something through the side of the clear cup.  Way down under the soil, the little white lima bean seed had sprouted, and although there was no visible sign of the growth above the soil, there was growth beneath the surface.  

And it gave me hope.  

The seeds that I have planted may be growing under the surface.  I was reminded of the words of Paul:

I planted the seed, Apollos watered it, but God made it grow.                                               1 Corinthians 3:6 NIV

So, until I see the sprouts, friends, I will continue to peer expectantly over the side, patiently waiting.

Colin has been begging to go to Build-a-Bear for quite some time.  He built himself a turtle and Faith a cat four years ago, when Faith was born.  He hasn’t been back.  So Monday, I took him to Build-a-Bear.  He chose a sweet little puppy and immediately named him Scott.  He marveled at choosing just the right soft heart to kiss and place inside.  He fluffed and brushed his dog in the grooming area.  I let him pick a shirt in which to dress his new puppy. He choose a black t-shirt with the planets on the front.  

Since Monday, Colin has cuddled, loved, kissed, and slept with little Scott. The first night when it was time for bed, I overheard Colin asking Faith if he could use her pretend washing machine.  He took Scott’s tiny tee off and “washed” it in her washer.  After the cycle was complete, he put the shirt back on and brought Scott to me.  ”I’m pretending these are his pajamas, too, Mommy.  I just washed them, so Scott is all clean and ready for bed.”  Someday, my little man is going to make an excellent father.  

When nurturing comes to mind, we think of mothers.  We hear about mother earth and mother nature, but friends, it really didn’t start with the mother.  It started with the Father.  Our Heavenly Father.  He cares about us and nurtures us.  He cares about the tiny details of our lives.  He hurts with us, strokes our feelings, and gives us encouragement. 

This is an excerpt from an email that I recently received.  It’s a letter from our Father.  

Isn’t He amazing?