As cliché as it may sound, I am really thankful for my family. I have really been cherishing my family more and more over the last few months… really trying to slow down and appreciate their talents, the joy they bring to my life, and every moment we get to spend together.
Last Saturday morning, Brad & I went to celebrate the life of one of my girlfriends who unexpectedly went home to be with Christ. She was only 30 years old, a devoted wife to her husband, and mommy to two precious little ones ages 2 ½ and 16-months.
While I have lost loved ones before, my friend Sandra’s passing has really rattled me. Her friendship will be dearly missed. While I only met her this past February, she was such an encouragement to me, building me up with Christ’s love and scripture. She frequently sent “thinking of you” messages and texts after our playdates to say how much she enjoyed our time together. If someone in my family was sick, she would volunteer to make us a meal. She was kind, caring, thoughtful, and she made me feel special. All those who knew her feel the same way. She loved everyone and the love of Christ shown beautifully through her life.
Moreover, my heart is overwhelmed by the immeasurable grief her husband and two sweet children are bearing. As much as Sandra loved her friends, she loved her family even more. It deeply saddens me that the children have had such a short time with their beautiful mom.
And it has really made me think… even though I stay at home with my babies every day and we are together, am I really making our time together count?
I often find myself focusing on our To-Do list and the busyness of life that I sometimes miss those moments that just “happen”. You know the ones where the kids are building amazing little structures with their Tinker Toys and have asked 10 times for you to “come look at this one, Mommy!”, but instead you respond with, “I’ll look in a little bit. Mommy needs to _____________ first.” And then, after you’ve tucked the littles into bed, you realize you never did get in to see their creations.
God has allowed me to spend my days mothering three sweet little boys. He allows me to walk through life with an amazing husband. So often I take this for granted though. I love these four guys more than words could ever express. Yet, are my actions showing them they are important enough for me to stop what I’m doing and spend time with them? Are my words of encouragement spoke often enough to build them up?
Sandra had done such a great job of loving and building up the people she loved. My prayer is that I too, would live a life like that and that my family, especially, would see the depths of my love for them.
I have been trying to slow down and cherish each moment. To spend more time cuddling, less time yelling, less time disciplining, and more time teaching. I have been putting concentrated effort into doing more hands-on crafts and activities with the boys so we can get that quality time in. I’ve been trying to disregard my own need for clean and let the boys go play in the dirt. (You should see the smiles that come across those little mud covered faces!)
My goal is to be more respectful of my husband, to make sure he knows how deeply I appreciate him, and how blessed I am to spend my life with him. I am forever grateful for this kind, God-honoring man.
What can you do today to show your family how thankful you are for them?