Day 29: Love is Obedient

I know I am not always exactly where God wants me to be.

I may be in a "good" place. Not doing anything necessarily wrong. But I want to be in His perfect will. His good, pleasing and perfect will. {Romans 12:2}

Don't you?

You have a calling on your life. A plan custom-made for you by the Creator of the Universe. Very cool, yes?

And some days I find myself straining, trying to discern this call.

I wish I could look to the sky for a divine parting in the clouds or the bushes around me, wishing He'd spark a flame.

Oh, if God would foretell all the details of His good plans.

Chances are, we will never see the big picture all at once. No, I have found that He reveals His plan one little peace, I mean piece, at a time.

I may not get a glimpse at the big picture, but this I do know...the best way I hear from the Lord is living a life of sweet obedience.

Obedience in the little things...

The big picture of your life is made up of little obedient moments.

His Word is very clear...Becky, pray. Becky, read. Becky, serve. Becky, love. Becky, die...

Becky Live.

Day 29: Love is Obedient

Jesus answered him, "If anyone loves me, he will keep my word, and my Father will love him, and we will come to him and make our home with him. John 14:23

God has nudged my spirit and asked me to give him more of my time. I will be honest, my quiet times haven't been so quiet lately.

I wake and fumble downstairs. I fix coffee, write my to-do list, sometimes paint my nails (I did just now), read (a little), blog and then blog some more.

My nails may look good, but my heart might look a bit dull.

He is calling me to pull away from this (much loved) little screen and put my nose in His Word and my face to the ground.

If anyone serves me, he must follow me; and where I am, there will my servant be also. If anyone serves me, the Father will honor him. John 12:26

I want to be where He is. And as good as writing a blog can be, it isn't always here that he wants me.

If I am neglecting His Word, then I am neglecting Him.

He is His Word.

So offline I will go for a few weeks (or so). He is bidding me to come...and abide in Him alone.

Today, where is God calling you? What act of obedience would express your love to Him? Is he bidding you come away with Him? Is He calling you to a new Bible study? Or even to lead one {gasp!}? Is He calling you to serve in a new place? Or maybe He is calling you back to church. Has it been a while?

The big picture of your life is made up of little obedient moments.

His good and perfect will is made up of little steps of "yes".

Today, say YES to Him.

And while I am gone, I hope you'll visit some of my blogging favorites:

You know I adore Tisha at The Delectable Home. She is actually having a linky party today for Spring mantels. Here's mine, Tisha!

Also, Sue at Living Free In Him has soul food for you.

Amy, at The Theme Song of the Day will bless you with a song.

I am always fascinated with the family at Resolved2Worship. Stunning.

Of course, {In}Courage.

And, my blog crush, Emily at Chatting at the Sky.

I have loved our 28+1 Days of Lovin' Better. I have learned so much. And be ready...when I come back from my blogging break, I anticipate being quite chatty.

LOVE YOU ALL.

Day 27: Love Is Armed and Ready

Jesus answered, "It is written: 'Man does not live on bread alone.' Luke 4:4

The Son of God knew Scripture. Here, when tempted by the devil, he was armed with the Word. Quoting Deuteronomy 8:3, Jesus knows how to respond the the enemy's lies.

Are you under spiritual attack? Is the enemy feeding you a bunch of baloney? Don't buy it. Respond like Jesus...

In Faith. And with SCRIPTURE.

Day 27: Love is Armed and Ready

Today, if you are under spiritual attack, pull out your Sword. What scripture do you need? What will combat the lies of the Devil?

Are you struggling with physical appearance? 1 Peter 3:3-4
Are you struggling with finances? Psalm 34:10
Are you bothered with worry? Matthew 6:34
And the list could go on...

Arm yourself with the Word...and fight.

Days 25 & 26: Love Looks Back...At Pictures

O LORD, what is man that you regard him, or the son of man that you think of him? Man is like a breath; his days are like a fleeting shadow. Psalm 144:3-4

The past few days I have spent most of my free time in front of this computer screen.

Not on blogger...but on Shutterfly.

The discounts are off the hook. Let me tell you...until next Tuesday (2/28) all photo books are 40% off, plus free shipping.

This little mama has been fishing through the family archives. Oh my word, I am so far behind. I can't find anything about 2009. And I am convinced we must have not celebrated Christmas 2010.

I have no pictures.

Anyway. I have so enjoyed looking back over the goodness of the Lord. I am always a bit saddened by old photos. My incapability to slow time is apparent.

The days are whishing by.

I have an eight-year-old. How did that happen?

But, reflecting over the year's past is not Shutterfly's idea.

O, LORD, what is man that you regard him, or the son of man that you think of him?

The Lord thinks of you. His memories of you are fond and kept in a high regard.

In these days, that are passing like a shadow, let us think on years past...with pictures.

Days 25 & 26: Love Looks Back...At Pictures

This weekend, pull out an old photo album. Call the family to the couch, snuggle up and remember. Talk about the goodness of the LORD to your family. Laugh. Celebrate. Rejoice. Cry if you want. Yes, the days are fleeting, but God is so faithful.

Think. Regard. Remember.

Here are some of the pictures I have copied and pasted the past 48 hours....

Happy Birthday, Mamaw!















Papaw loves him a Lukey.















Pumpkin Patchin' with The Beesleys. I heart this girl.














This year could be summed up in one word...FOOTBALL.




















Is this not the sweetest?











No comment.














Let me explain. Brent was going to a Campus Crusade party. Like a country line-dancing event. I guess he thought they said, "Dress Like Joe Dirt" Party.



















We love our cousins.















Love this picture.














Dear Romanowicz family, please come back. We miss you.













Future All-Stars.














Brent's birthday!














Parades and little people go together.















I miss this girl.
















On three...One. Two. Three....GO TEAM!

Thanks for reminiscing with me...

BTW...my spacing is way off (obviously). Sorry!

Day 24: Love Makes Banana Pudding, Fishes & Loaves

Do you have meals that define your childhood?

There are a few special dishes that speak of mine. Certain smells that greeted me when I entered my grandmother's house. The sound of a pressure cooker preparing seasoned green beans. The beauty of a black, cast iron skillet filled with perfectly browned cornbread.

'Round Ethel's house, there was never a day that wasn't appropriate for ham. Or chicken n' dumplins'.

And nothing said "You're home" more than Mamaw's Banana Pudding. It was only served in one particular dish - the round glass Pyrex with tiny flowers etched on the bottom. This pretty bowl always had the honor of serving up this southern comfort food.

A few months ago, my kitchen welcomed this pretty, treasure into her collection. A monumental moment in my womanhood. A badge of "Banana Pudding Honor", if you will. The special day that Mamaw passed it down to me - very memorable.

And even though I follow her recipe's every detail, I can not replicate perfection.

But still, I hope I can do her proud.

Mamaw Arden's Banana Pudding

Ingredients:
3/4 cup sugar, divided
1/3 cup flour
dash of salt
3 eggs, separated
2 cups milk
1/2 tsp.vanilla
40-50 vanilla wafers, divided
5-6 bananas, sliced

PREP: MIX 1/2 cup sugar, flour and salt in top of double boiler. Blend in 3 egg yolks and milk. Cook, uncovered, over boiling water 10 to 12 min. or until thickened, stirring constantly. Remove from heat; stir in vanilla. Put aside 12 wafers for garnish.

Spread a little of this custard onto bottom of 1-1/2-qt. baking dish. Cover with layers of 1/3 each of the remaining wafers, bananas and remaining custard. Repeat layers 2 times.

Topping: Beat egg whites on high speed of mixer until soft peaks form. Gradually beat in remaining sugar until stiff peaks form. (This always takes longer than I think it should) Spread over custard, spreading to the sides of the dish.

BAKE 15 to 20 min. or until lightly browned. Cool slightly. Top with reserved wafers just before serving.



They all ate and were satisfied, and the disciples picked up twelve basketfuls of broken pieces that were left over. Luke 9:17

The miracle of Jesus multiplying the bread and fish is a beautiful picture of Jesus' delight in satisfying every need of his people. Physical hunger not excluded. He loved on the five thousand men and their families this day...with food.

If one of your love languages is cookin' for your people, then that is just a little Jesus in you. He loved serving his people with food, too.

Day 24: Love Makes Banana Pudding, Fishes & Loaves.

Mamaw didn't just make pudding because she liked to make pudding. It was one of her ways of telling me she loved me.

Today, love on someone with food. Make a special treat for your kids while they are at school. Greet them with cookies off of the bus. Or maybe you take your honey to her favorite restaurant. It's Friday, so that could mean Pizza and a Movie night. Or bake a homemade pie for your husband (Brent loves me more when I do this, I'm pretty sure of it).

So much love can be expressed through food. And even though my kids may not see that now... I trust that one day, they will.

What smells and dishes mark your childhood?

Day 23: Love Returns

Yesterday, my morning "To-Do" list read like this:

* Run w/ Jody
* Go to bank
* Meet with Jesus

That was it. And that is all I did. The boys were at school, Brent was on campus and the house was straight (enough). I poured a coffee and met with my friend.

We had some catching up to do. Lots to talk about.

But He wasn't upset with me about being too busy. He didn't fuss about my being a bit neglectful in my reading. He didn't reprimand me for missing devotionals with my children.

No. He wrapped me in a warm blanket of grace. He loved on me. He didn't pause for a second when I asked forgiveness. His "yes" was quick and compassionate. He listened intentionally as I went on and on about the things weighing on my heart. He was patient and understanding.

Do you ever feel as if too much time has passed in a friendship? Too many months have lapsed since your last call? Did you miss their birthday? If you call today, do you fear it might be awkward?

Maybe this is a "for-real-in-the-flesh" friend.

Or maybe this friend is Jesus?

Return to me, and I will return to you, says the LORD of hosts. Mal 3:7

He wants to meet you. Right. Where. You. Are.

You don't have to clean up. You don't have to be put back together.

Just return.

I'm betting he has a warm blanket and a cup of joe waiting on you. A listening ear. And lots of forgiveness. It won't be awkward. Promise.

Day 23: Love Returns

Today, put Jesus on your "To-Do" list. Make a point to sit and talk. Catch up with Him. He isn't mad at you. His feelings aren't hurt. He is just waiting on your return.

And maybe put a "for-real-in-the-flesh" friend on your "To-Do" list, too. Call that old friend from college. Or the city you lived in last. Ask about their work. Their children. Tell them you have missed them. It's OK you haven't called.

They've been busy, too.

Day Twenty-Two: Love is Touchy-Feely

When Brent and I married, we read through the Five Love Languages by Gary Chapman.

By far, one of the most helpful books for understanding how we relate to each other.

If you've never read the book the five love languages are:

1. Words of Affirmation
2. Acts of Service
3. Gift Giving
4. Physical Touch
5. Quality Time

Ten years ago, I would have said, hands down, that my strongest love language was "Quality Time." To an annoying fault. I love being with my family. I love spending time with Brent. Be it a romantic date or a trip to Walmart, I want his time.

But over the years, my love languages have changed a bit. I do still need my QT but, I have grown more in my need of Physcical Touch. And I'm not talking the sexual kind {blush}. We are talking, rub my back, pet my hair, hold my hand physcial touch. Ahh, feelin' the love.

Here's my theory: As we have aged and had kids, our natural tendency to touch has decreased. I mean, who can hold hands in the parking lot at church when you are trying to protect your three-year-old from running in front of a car. The only physical touch I receive from Brent some days may be our hands brushing over one another as we hand off a child after bath. "Here's one for PJ's. Hand me another."

This is my theory with elderly people, too. They are rarely touched. I try to be mindful of this when I am with my grandmother. Maybe I hold her hand while she's talking or rub her back before I go. Sometimes I give her a longer hug than I would just anyone. (You can never hug your mamaw too long.) She needs touch...because she rarely gets it.

So Jesus had compassion and touched their eyes, and immediately they recovered their sight and followed him. Matthew 20:34

Multitudes would gather. Thousands of people just wanting Jesus' touch. The people would bring their sick to Him...just for one touch.

They believed his touch would heal them. And it did.

His touch expressed compassion. His touch expressed love. His touch brought life.

One touch of Jesus' hand was power. These people needed the hand of God to make them whole.

Even today, one touch from Jesus can change a life. Forever.

Day Twenty-two: Love is Touchy-Feely

Today, make a point to extend your reach and touch someone. Hug a friend. Hold a hand. Rub some one's shoulder. We aren't talking awkward, we are just talking Jesus. Love on the people around you with a little physical touch.

It just might bring them life.

{What is your love language?}

Day 21: Love Gives Grace To Losers Like Me

I have been hard on myself today.

This morning, I woke up late. Loser.

I am behind on my Bible reading. Loser.

I haven't read the Word to my boys in a few days. Loser.

Yesterday, I served hot dogs - twice. Lunch and dinner. Yep, loser.

I can be so self-righteous sometimes {ugh}. Big loser.

I really hope you don't think I have it together over here. I can be such a loser. Capital "L" on the forehead. Loooooser.

But in the midst of all of my self-hate and trash talk...I hear Him whisper one word...

"Grace."

In him we have redemption through his blood, the forgiveness of sins, in accordance with the riches of God's grace. Ephesians 1:7

I am redeemed. I am forgiven.

He gives me grace.

Overslept...Grace.

Behind on Bible reading...Grace.

Haven't read to the boys...Grace.

Hot dogs...Grace.

Self-righteousness...Grace.

He loves me. Messy. A little lazy. And so far behind.

Not because of me...but because of His Grace.

Day 21: Love Gives Grace to Losers Like Me

Today, don't be hard on yourself. He died for all of your imperfections. He died for all the things you beat yourself up about. God gives us grace in our worst "Loser" moments.

He loves you. Whisper this truth to yourself..."He loves me."

Mmm.

Praise Him. I. Am. So. Thankful.

(Do you have days like this? Please say yes.)

Day 20: Love Throws a Party!

This past week was party central at the Crenshaw house!

Ethan turned six-years-old last Wednesday.

Two cakes and two parties later, I have a lot of stories to tell. So many sweet memories and belly laughs.

Little cake crumbs in the floor and muddy shoes in my kitchen. There is something about a house full of ten rowdy, little boys that makes my heart very glad.

I mean, just look at these faces. Who couldn't love it?

(Watch our Peyton Manning, these boys are coming after your record. Lots of raw talent here.)


I am a little ashamed to say that this is Ethan's first "big" party in a few years. He really does get the "middle child" treatment sometimes {sad face}. So this year, we wanted to make up for it.

He chose the theme {football}, he chose the food {football}, he chose the games {football}...it was his big week.

It's not every day you get cinnamon rolls and ice cream for breakfast. Nope, only when you turn six.


Last week, my to-do list was party detail after party detail. Lots to hole punch, cut out and wrap. Mommies, you know what I mean.

But, parents throw parties....



...because we adore our children!

And all the effort is worth it because we want our kids to know how much we love them. We want them to be celebrated! {And birthday cake is my favorite -bonus!}


But while he was still a long way off, his father say him and felt compassion, and ran and embraced him and kissed him...The father said to his servants, "Bring quickly the best robe, and put it on him, and put a ring on his hand, and shoes on his feet. And bring the fattened calf and kill it, and let us eat and celebrate. For this my son was dead, and is alive again; he was lost, and is found." And they began to celebrate. Luke 15:21-24

The familiar story of the prodigal son. This is one proud papa! His lost son had returned. He was overcome with joy and compassion. Forgiveness and pride!

My boy! Let us throw a party in his honor! I want him to know how special his is! How much I love him! I am so happy he is here and a part of my life!

Mmm. Don't we feel this same way? Prodigals or not?

Day 20: Love Throws a Party

Today,celebrate someone! This may not mean inviting ten children into your home, but it may mean making a batch of cookies. Or playing a favorite board game. Maybe your hubby could use a shoulder rub. Have the kids make him a card. What is his favorite meal? Maybe your BFF hasn't bought that new CD yet.. Surprise her with it.

Today, celebrate someone special to you. It doesn't have to be a full blown party. No fattened calves necessary. Maybe just a little something to say, "You are are gift to me. And I honor you."

Days 18 & 19: Love Takes a Break

On the weekends, Brent and I try to take a couple of hours apart and alone. A mini getaway. All by ourselves.

He sometimes sips Starbucks and reads a book that has been sitting on his nightstand all week. Or maybe he meanders around Gander Mountain for camping gear. Occasionally, he simply shuts himself in our room and takes a nap.

He allows me a couple of hours to myself, as well. I sometimes go for a walk and call a friend. I may grab a cup of joe and browse through a froo-froo gift shop {with girly breakables and tight corners. A store rowdy boys don't belong} Or, my personal favorite, I sit on the couch, PJ's and book in hand, and I am "off limits" to the boys. Daddy intercepts all questions and needs... Dreamy.

We call this our "Sabbath Time". A couple of hours on Sunday to reflect, rest and recharge. I need Brent to take time off. He needs me to take time off. We love our children better when we take a break. We love each other better when we take a break. This Sabbath Time is important to our family.

Thus the heavens and the earth were finished, and all the host of them. And on the seventh day God finished his work that he had done, and he rested on the seventh day from all his work that he had done. So God blessed the seventh day and made it holy because on it God rested from all his work that he had done in creation. Genesis 2:1-3

Days 18 & 19: Love Takes A Break

This weekend love better by taking a break. God has given us a Biblical mandate to do this. Intentionally, enter into a Sabbath rest from all the work you do. Recharge. Refuel. Refresh. Rotate time with your spouse. Allow him a couple of hours today and he can free you up tomorrow. Or maybe you don't need two hours, but only thirty minutes. Do as the Spirit leads you...but try for it. You will love better when you come home...and you will be more lovable.

Dream up your Sabbath Time...share with us what would refresh you this weekend.

Day 17: Love Sends a Text (or something like it)

When I married Brent, I hit the "In-Law" lottery. I really did. I heart all of Brent's family.

My sister-in-law, Erin, is married to Brent's twin brother. She is amazing. I could list one hundred reasons why she is wonderful, but today I will list only one.

She let's me know when she is praying.

It is not uncommon to get an early morning text from her saying, "Praying for you this morning! Tell those boys we love them."

Mmm. It feels so good to be on some one's heart.

I also received a message from one of my dearest and best two nights ago. She lives in Florida. Her message said, "Hey, the Lord has brought you to mind like crazy. So I've been praying for you. I am wondering what is going on. Call me back!" {Feli! I plan to call you today!}

Doesn't the Lord do this? Bring people to mind? And nine times out of ten...it is not happenstance. It is for a reason. An unction from the Holy Spirit to PRAY for them.

But I have prayed for you, Simon, that your faith may not fail. Luke 22:32

Jesus, in this memorable passage of scripture, tells Simon Peter, Hey, I've been praying for you. I can only imagine how Jesus' words made Peter feel...the Son of God praying for him. Amazing.

And you know what...He prays for you, too - Romans 8:26.

Day Seventeen: Love Sends a Text (or something like it)

Today, let someone know you've been praying for them. Tell them. Text them. Call them. Email. Facebook. Tweet them. Hand them a card. {Golly geez, we're so connected.} Let that person know that the Lord has them on your heart. How special, is that!? It will bless them, guaranteed.

Do you have a cool story of someone praying for you, right when you needed it?

Day Sixteen: Love Loses a Little Sleep

Across the street from me is a sweet couple who brought home a newborn baby three weeks ago. Their first child. A little girl.

By looking at their house I can tell which room is the nursery. A soft light with a hint of pink. The past few mornings I have noticed the lamp on in the wee hours.

Oh the demands of a hungry baby.

No one could have prepared me for the sleep deprivation that comes with a little one. I imagine they are very tired, too. That little lamp an indicator of little sleep.

This morning, around one o'clock, my six-year-old baby climbed into bed with me. I was groggy and confused. He didn't feel well and he wanted his mama. As I was up with him, I thought of my neighbor. Wondering if she was up with her baby, too.

There is no way to track the hours of rest lost over the years. Meeting the demands of little ones. Rubbing foreheads. Shushing. Saying prayers. Singing. Rocking. Feeding.

But I won't complain...one day they won't need me in the night. No little cries begging me come.

Arise, cry out in the night, as the watches of the night begin; pour out your heart like water in the presence of the Lord. Lift up your hands to him for the lives of your children. Lamentations 2:19

There is something very sacred about the watches of the night. A silence and peace that only the dark can bring. An awareness of God's presence that is different from daylight. An opportunity to pray that doesn't compete with the noise of day.

Day Sixteen: Love Loses a Little Sleep

Tonight, as you go to bed, plan to set your alarm a bit earlier. Lose a little sleep for your loved ones. Arise a little sooner to pray... to pour out your heart like water in the presence of the Lord. Wake and lift up your hands to him for the lives of your children.... Or your spouse... Or your parents.... Or the sick. Enter into the sacred silence that only the night can bring. God waits on us to wake. His presence always with us. Watching. Waiting. Listening.

Day Fifteen: Love Remembers

A couple of years ago my grandmother stayed the weekend me. Brent was away for a conference. She does this a lot when he is gone. We are good company to eachother.

This one particular visit I can't forget.

Mamaw had gone into the bathroom to bathe. She closed the door behind her. I was outside of her door, folding towels infront of the linen closet.

From the other side of the door came the sound of running water. And tears. Silent sniffles. Unexpected sadness.

"Mamaw? Can I come in?"

She turned off the water. As if nothing was wrong..."What honey?"

She didn't know I was there.

"You're crying. Can I come in?"

She opened the door. Her eyes red from tears. A tissue in her hand. "What's the matter, Mamaw?"

"Oh honey, Mamaw just cries. A little everyday. I've always been like that."

"Why?"

The tears coming back. "I just miss your mama. And your Papaw Clyde. Somedays, I can't get over it."


"I miss her too. But everyday, you cry? Mamaw, is that healthy? To remember them and cry so much?"

With her voice a bit broken, "We have to remember them. All those that we love. Your boys will only know your mother through your memory."

Wisdom.

As we have moved Mamaw from her home this summer, we uncovered so many memories. Mother's baby clothes, journals, yearbooks and countless pictures.

The other day I found Papaw Clyde's undershirt from World War II. Breathtaking.

Remembering can painful. And sad. But beautiful, still. Love remembers. And keeps their legacy alive.

And when he had given thanks, he broke the bread and said, "This is my body which is for you. Do this in remembrance of me." In the same way also he took the cup, after supper saying "This cup is the new covenant in my blood. Do this, as often as you drink it, in remembrance of me." For as often as you eat this bread and drink the cup, you proclaim the Lord's death until he comes. 1 Corinthians 11:23-26

Jesus calls us to remember him. To reflect on his life. And his death. To savor the beauty of his Resurrection. And in doing this, we proclaim him. We are never to neglect or forget the gift he was to us. His life is worthy of our remembrance.

Day Fifteen: Love Remembers

Today, take time to remember loved ones that have passed. Look at pictures. Tell a story about them to your children. Honor their memory. Even if it hurts. Even if it brings tears. Remember.

The Big Fourteen! Love Abides

We have come to know and believe the love that God has for us. God is love, and whoever abides in love abides in God and God abides in him. 1 John 4:16,17

Day 14: Love abides

Happy Valentines Day! A day devoted to the art of LOVE! A day then ultimately, devoted to the heart of God. He. Is. Love. This day can not be separated from Him. Love...His idea.

Today, as you deliver balloons, give flowers, make a special dinner, or, if you are like the Crenshaw's, enjoy a box of chocolates, popcorn and a red box rental once the kids are in bed, abide in God. And love will abide in you.

Day Thirteen: Love Forgets

I can be such a mean mommy.

Yesterday, ugh. I was just mean. It was day three of Brent being out of town. I was exhausted. We had been inside too long and the kids were restless. They were rowdy and just being boys. Which rarely bothers me.

Unless it is day three of no husband, I am exhausted and we've been inside too long.

Grant, my oldest, gets the worst of me. I suppose it's because he is more mature and can understand more. Maybe he gets my worst because we are sooo much alike and can butt heads like nobody's business. I don't know. No excuses. Bottom line is, I can be such a mean mommy.

Yesterday, what could have been a good, hearty moment of discipline for Grant turned south. Something about a fight over football cards and pushing his little brother. A slammed door. A bad attitude. And instead of talking him through it and giving discipline like a controlled, sane woman, I flew off the handle. Yelled. And put him in his room.

And forgot about him.

Sweet him. He was up there for over an hour.

When I remembered him, I walked up to find him in the floor, tinkering with some games he found under his bed. Quiet and sad.

"Grant, I am so sorry." I sat down on the bed. "I got so mad at you and yelled. Buddy, I shouldn't have. Mommy acted out of anger. Will you forgive me?"

Without a moment's hesitation, "Yes." He stood up and hugged me.

I squeezed him hard. He is getting so tall. Becoming a young man. "Mommy is sinful, too. I need Jesus so much."

"Yeah."

Then, as if nothing ever happened...."Hey mom, you want to see this new game I just made up with these poker chips? You stack them by color and then...."

Just like that. Forgotten.

He could have held that one against me. And I would have deserved it. The yelling. And leaving him in his room too long. But he forgave me and never mentioned it again.

For I will forgive their iniquity and I will remember their sin no more. Jeremiah 31:34

Grant's forgetfulness was in the likeness of His Creator. This moment in his bedroom - a picture of God's promise to me. God doesn't just forgive my sins. He forgets them. A concept almost too lofty for me.

Day Thirteen: Love Forgets

What hurt have you forgiven, but still hold onto? Is there a grudge hiding in your heart? Do you recount the pain? Do you recall the words that were spoken? Do you remember that moment as if it were yesterday? Have you forgiven, but can't forget? Well, I believe we can. Today, ask God to help you forget. Love doesn't keep a record of wrongs. Love forgets all offenses. This is a God-sized task. Impossible in our own efforts. Take a moment and pray about this. Release it to Him. Let's not allow our hurt to hold us captive today.

Sweet Father, thank you for this moment with Grant. Thank you for showing me a picture of your forgiveness and forgetfulness. Forgive me for harboring pain or unforgiveness in my heart. Help me forget any harm done to me. I want to love like You love. The forgetful kind of love. It is amazing that you "remember my sin no more." Amazing. I am unspeakably thankful. Let me forgive and forget in Your image. In Jesus Name, Amen...

Days 11 & 12: Love Says What's On His Mind

Have you ever taken a Myers Briggs test? Do you know about it?

Myers Briggs is a series of random questions used to determine more details about your specific personality type. Brent and I have taken it a few times with our staff team for Campus Crusade. It is helpful insight for knowing your teammates' way of thinking, feeling and operation.

I have personally found it especially helpful for understanding my own husband's way of thinking, feeling and operation. {smile}

What I have come to understand about Brent is that he is what's called an introverted feeler. This means that Brent may have very endearing emotions and thoughts about those he loves, he just doesn't express them in words.

For example, Brent might be having the best time of his life on vacation, but by looking at him one might think he is only having a "nice time".

I, on the other hand, am an extroverted feeler. You know how I am feeling the second I am feeling it. If I love you, you know it. If I am struggling, you know it. If I am having a great time, you know it.

For years, it bothered me that Brent was not more expressive with his emotions toward me. But I have come to realize Brent is very reflective. He and I have similar emotions about our marriage, our children, the Lord, etc, but Brent thinks on them, and I talk about them.

God loves us every way imaginable. Myers Briggs can not contain God's expression of love. He is an extroverted feeler and an introverted feeler. He thinks on us. And He expresses His great love for us with words and actions.

God reflects...

How precious to me are your thoughts, O God! How vast is the sum of them! If I would count them, that are more than the sand! Psalm 139:17-18

And He tells us what He is thinking...

"I have loved you with an everlasting love; therefore I have continued my faithfulness to you." Jeremiah 31:3

He loves you through and through. Isn't it amazing to know that you are God's livelihood? His day is consumed with love for you!

Day 11 & 12: Love Says What's On His Mind

This weekend, let us reflect on those we love...and then tell them about it. Today let's be an introverted feeler. Reflect on your spouse, children, friends and family. How do they bless your life? What do you enjoy about them? What makes you laugh? What endearing words come to mind? Reflect reflect...

Then tomorrow, let's be extroverted feelers and tell them! Express with words, either written or verbally, what you have been thinking. Explain those sweet thoughts. The introverted feeler's may not love this exercise, but oh, it will be a blessing!

Which do you think you are? An introverted feeler or an extroverted feeler?

Day Ten: Love Says Hello

I like people.

There. Isn't that a good blog?

No, really. I just like people.

My daddy has never met a stranger. And I am my father's daughter. I can strike up a conversation anywhere.

Some might say it's the Bill Rhodes in me. Maybe it's the "down south" in me.

But this morning, I'd like to think it is the Jesus in me. He was quite the conversation starter, too.

A woman from Samaria came to draw water. Jesus said to her, 'Give me a drink.' The Samaritan woman said to him, 'How is it that you, a Jew, ask a drink from me, a woman of Samaria?' For Jews have no dealings with Samaritans. John 4:7,8

Mmm. By far one of my favorite stories in the Holy Book. Ahh. Love it. If you have time, go read it all...

I love this passage for numerous reasons, but this morning I love it because Jesus says hello. Well really He asked for a drink, but you get what I'm saying.

He spoke to her. He struck up a life-changing conversation. Little did she know that day this she would meet her Savior. At a well.

Day Ten: Love Says Hello

Do you know that you are God's representative? Everywhere you go? Every place you step your foot is a mission field. The clerk who rings you up at Target. The man pumping gas across from you. The lady exercising on the elliptical trainer next to you at the gym. One of these people might need a little Jesus lovin'. And His vessel of choice is you.

Today, say hello. Like Jesus, let's strike up a conversation. Sow a little seed in a heart you don't know. Offer a compliment. Give a word of affirmation. Be Jesus at the well...or the water cooler. Don't be shy. God can use us in unimaginable ways if we let Him.

One Jesus infused "hello" can change someone's day.

{Do you have a story to share about a time you struck up a "God conversation" with someone?}

Day Nine: Loves Serves {a hundred ways}

Last night, Tisha came over to help me paint our playroom. I love it when Tisha comes. Fun things always happen in my house when she does!

It's funny. I am not a very handy person. I don't really know how to work an electric drill. I am a bit intimidated by painting jobs. And my skill with a hammer goes not further than hanging a picture. That's it.

But after Tisha leaves, I feel like calling HGTV and applying for a position. Last night, I painted the two story ceilings of the playroom. Edging and all! Aren't you proud of me?! I learn so much from this girl, who has no fear of an electric drill, extension rollers or paint brushes.

But last night I was even more amazed at her servant's heart. Tisha didn't have to come help me paint. She could have given me instructions of what to do and where to start. But no. She came and was an example to me. Her time spent here...priceless.

Then He poured water into a basin and began to wash the disciples' feet and to wipe them with the towel that was wrapped around him..."You call me teacher and Lord and you are right, for so I am. If I then, your Lord and Teacher , have washed your feet you also should do as I have done to you." John 13:5, 13

Sweet Jesus. Serving his twelve. Washing the filth off of their feet. Symbolic of his plan to wash the filth off of their hearts.

The God of creation...He didn't have to come help us here. He could have only given us instructions of what to do and where to start. But no. He came and was an example to us. His time spent here...priceless.

Day nine: Love Serves

Today, where can you kneel down and serve? Whose feet will God call you to wash? By serving others, you are being an example of the love God came to bring. Your service may look a hundred different ways. Maybe helping a friend paint a room {grin} or grabbing a cup of coffee for your co-worker. Maybe it is having an extra happy heart when your kids ask you for yet another drink of milk. Right when you sat down at dinner {grin again}. Maybe it is serving your husband by paying that bill that is still lying on the counter. Or grabbing your neighbor's newspaper and walking it up to her door.

A hundred ways to serve. One God to display.

How can you love other's today by serving?

{Let me know! I heart comments...}

Day Eight: Love Doesn't Get Her Feelings Hurt {ahem}

Last night, my party of five hopped into Brent's car. Destination --The Honda dealership. Brent was driving, the boys were piled in the backseats and I rolled passenger style. Yesterday our van took a field trip to the service department for some routine maintenance. It was time to get it. When we arrived, the plan was to switch the boys from Brent's car back into the van with me. Simple enough.

Grant shouted from the backseat, "I want to ride with Dad once we get there."

Ethan chimed in, "Yea. Me too. I don't want to ride with mom. I want to ride with dad."

Then they chanted simultaneously, "Daddy-time! Daddy-time!"

I looked to Brent, kind of wanting to cry, "I could really let me feelings be hurt if I wanted to."

"What do you mean?"

"I am chopped liver these days. Mommy is no where nearly as exciting, awesome, cool, fun or popular as Daddy. They are not are fighting to ride with me."

The boys have arrived. They are officially to the age of distancing themselves from me and attaching to Brent. I have read all about it. James Dobson warned me. Mother's of older boys confirmed it.

But there was a piece of me that still hung to a little hope that they wouldn't pull too far. Maybe 50/50.

But nope. Dobson was right.

"Hey guys." Brent said to the backseat. "I know you all miss Daddy when I'm gone all day, but let's not discourage mommy. It's not that you don't love mommy and want to be with her. You just need a little daddy time, right? Maybe we can honor her when we get home and give her a little rest while we play."

{smile} Thanks, Brent.
I hopped into our newly serviced van, alone. "Lord, I am so thankful for Brent's relationship with our boys! He is an amazing dad. I want them to attach to him. He will make them men. But I confess it is painful to release them. Even a little. They are my babies."

Love is patient and kind. Love is not jealous or boastful or proud . 1 Corinthians 13:4

Jesus mine as well been there in the flesh. Rolling passenger side with me. Whispering this common, wedding scripture to my soul.

Love is not jealous. Love is not jealous.

Die to the urge. Do not be envious of Brent's sweet relationship with the boys.

They. Need. Him. To. Be. A. Cool. Involved. Hands on. Wrestling. Football-throwing. Dad.

I choose to celebrate God's goodness to my boys in providing Brent. I choose to rejoice and be glad.

By golly.

Day Eight: Love Doesn't Get Her Feelings Hurt

Do you relate to this? Maybe you do not struggle with jealousy in this way, but maybe towards a sibling? Or a friend? Are you jealous of your co-worker's promotion? Or the recognition another child is getting over your own? Do you feel like "so and so" always gets a break? Love is not jealous. Today, choose to rejoice for others! Choose to rejoice in God's plan for their life. Choose to see God's goodness to them and be glad. Truly glad for their blessings.

Day Seven: Love Hears

I am so guilty of listening to the boys...but not hearing a word they say.

Grant might be telling me about a new football play he ran at recess.

Ethan might explain the new level he achieved on Mario Galaxy 3.

Lukey may go on and on about his "Thomas and Percy" train track. Or his I-Spy book. Or his red race car.

I lead them to think I hear them. I nod and smile. I even offer a sincere "Mmm. That's great, buddy."

{Heaven forbid they quiz me or ask me my opinion about what they just shared.}

I need refinement hear. I mean here. I want to not only listen to their words, I want to hear their little hearts. I want to understand what matters to them. I want them to know that what they say is important.

He fulfills the desires of those who fear him; he hears their cry and saves them. Psalm 145:19

God leans in when we talk to Him. He listens with intention. He understands our desires. He hears our cry.

Day Seven: Love Hears

Today, I want to be the mother who hears her children. I want to be the wife who listens and truly cares about Brent's new found passion for "Dave Canterbury's Primitive Survival" tips. {grin} Today, let us love well by hearing well. Today, let us lean in. And listen with intention.

Who knows, God might have something to say to me through the sweet, little voices in my life.

Day Six: Love Moves In

Friendships can be very hard, can't they?

A few months ago, I found myself in the midst of relational hardship. It was the type of hardship that makes you feel sick at your tummy. The type of strife that captivates your thought life. I may have functioned as a mom and wife that day, but my mind was on one thing....this mess.

It was hard and yucky. So I called my mentor, Debbie and explained everything to her. "What you you do if you were me, Debbie?"

Her words I will never forget.

"Never cower in battle, Becky. Move towards pain. Move towards hardship. You are God's girl. Do not be afraid. You serve Him. Not man. Do what is right and move forward."

Move towards pain. Isn't that totally opposite of our first instinct?

But God shows His love for us in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us. Romans 5:8

God moved in on us. While we were a mess he pressed into our pain. Into our hardship. He didn't wait on us to get it together. He showed His love to us...the sinners.

Day Six: Love Moves In

Do you find yourself cowering away from hardship? Avoiding pain? I know that is exactly what I want to do. But the God kind of love moves in on pain. The God kind of love moves in on mess.

Today, as much as it makes you cringe, move in. What relationship is God bringing to mind right now? Maybe a family member? Or a friend you haven't spoken to in months? Maybe it is someone you avoid because you just don't really like them. How could you love like Jesus today? It doesn't have to be a huge restorative moment, but even just a gesture to say, "You are loved by God...and therefore by me." God is in you, friend. His love resides there. Promise.

WINNER!! And congrats to Lisa Huskey!! You won Calvin Miller's book Letters to Heaven!! Will you send me an email at becky.crenshaw@uscm.org and give me your address? I will stick it in the mail this week! And thank you ALL for sharing our love series and entering to win. I am thankful for you.