The Storyboard and God’s Presence
Over the past few weeks we’ve been learning a lot through story telling. The whiteboard that was once used mostly for spelling words, has become the official storyboard. We are using it to address fears, struggles, and to remind us all of God’s faithfulness.
Once upon a time there were two little pickles. They lived with their mommy and daddy in a little cabin on the hill. Every day when Daddy left for work he would say, “Be good little pickles today! Listen well and work hard!” Sometimes the pickles listened, but sometimes they did not. What where the mommy and daddy to do when their little pickles made poor choices? There was only one thing to do, of course. They would love them on the good days and they would love them on the hard days and they would love them on all the days in-between. After all, they were the most wonderful little pickles in the whole wide world.
Ever since we brought home our second child (see the announcement post here) we have been stretching and growing in our relationships, our walks with the Lord, and our capacity to love. Every family experiences these changes when a new child is added to the mix… ours are just exaggerated as we add ’em at eight years old instead of newborn.
So we have been singing songs of truth. We have been reciting verses about love.
Dear children, let us not love with words or tongue, but with actions and in truth. (I John 3:18)
And we have been telling stories about tigers and pickles and rag-a-muffins.
I’ll be honest with y’all. I have no idea what I’m doing. Some days I am barely surviving as wills clash and ideals are crushed. (“But Mommy, I wanted a brother who did what I told him to! Not this!” and, “Well, I imagined that I wouldn’t ever get in trouble in my new family.”) But it is good. So, so good.
Because God is refining my heart and theirs and together we’re all being changed more into His image.
And every time I write a new story about something we’re learning or needing to remember– my new son looks at me with sparkling eyes and says, “THIS is the best story yet, Mommy.” And my daughter wraps her arms around me and snuggles her head under my chin. “Thanks, Mommy. I’m so glad that I’ll always be your muffy-cake.”
Because here is the beautiful, glorious truth that is better than any story: God redeems. He does.
And when we choose to love, even through the sorrows of this life, God abides in us– and it is the manifestation of His presence here on earth.
Here, in our little family, in our little story– God is.
He was when we were battling infertility. He was when we miscarried. He was when stumbled through the journey of the lost-daughter. He was when our beautiful Lizbethy came home to stay. He was when we lost our Annie-girl last year. And He was when we brought our son home.
He was. He is. And He always will be.
Here today. In our home. In our lives.
So we’ll keep telling the stories. We’ll keep practicing shalom. We’ll keep loving.
Right through the hard things. Right through the sorrows. Right into the redemption.
And God Himself will be present. And it will be good.
This is so beautiful! Love the stories and the truths you are teaching through them. We never outgrow the thrill of stories-especially the ones that have us woven into them! Your own true story glorifies God and reminds me that God is writing my story too, with purpose and plan.
Tears of joy my friend. Tears. of. JOY. Love you.
Congratulations! ! Love what God is going! Praise His name!
I think I’ve said it before, but I’ll say it again, you have a fabulous way with words, Tasha, and from what I’m reading an amazing mommy! Congratulations and blessings to you and your sweet family.
I love this. Have I mentioned I love this? Oh, I love this. ((hugs!!)) <3