Mountains of Blessing

I’m an everyday, ordinary kind of girl. I almost said woman, but most days I still feel far from understanding how to properly attempt, let alone, accomplish, adulting well. But that’s where God comes in. I’m totally ok with going by “girl” because I am his child. I do my best and I try to let God do the rest. I said all that to say, that recently I was sharing with some of the staff, that I feel somewhat ill equipped to write these sort of things. I’m not out in the world much. Being a stay at home Mom for the last almost 13 years has limited my interactions with the world in some ways. I absolutely wouldn’t have it any other way, but I will admit that there are times I feel a bit out of touch. So this blogging thing, it’s a stretch for me. I feel like maybe my little bubble wouldn’t be all that interesting to some, maybe most. But I was encouraged that we all have a story to tell and that everyone’s story matters, especially to God. We can all shine for Him if we are willing. So here it goes.
Although it’s still January and we should all still be bundled up in long sleeves and fuzzy stuff, I have been gathering and sorting what my family has for Spring and Summer in an attempt to decipher what we have enough of and what we might need in the way of clothes. So I feel like I’m drowning in clothes! I have three growing boys, and by growing, I mean it’s everyday that I’m taking something out of their closet or telling them to take it off their bodies because it’s morphed into a tube top overnight or looks as if they are heading for flood waters. We are bringing in shoes and sending them out left and right (no pun intended). One boy moved up three shoe sizes last school year! Seriously, the laundry and the swapping out of clothes constantly, it’s a full time job in itself. (How do you working Mom’s do it?!) So there is that, and then I have a husband who not only started a new job this past year, which required a sharper, more formal, wardrobe, but he too is shifting sizes, only his are going down. The amount of clothing that has been purged from this house in recent months is astounding! We are not a family that spends much on our wardrobe, so how then is it that my clean laundry pile still looks like this?!
And believe me when I say that the dirty pile isn’t much smaller! My guys are all moving in all the right directions and very quickly at that, we have very little in the way of a clothing budget, yet we are lacking for nothing! Whether it’s been by way of clearance sales, thrift stores, being blessed by friends’ hand-me downs, or my stash of things that came from the above mentioned, only were too big just months ago, all of this and more has found it’s way to us, most times, with little effort on my part.
The Bible says in Luke 12:22-32 “Then Jesus said to his disciples: “Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat; or about your body, what you will wear. For life is more than food, and the body more than clothes. Consider the ravens: They do not sow or reap, they have no storeroom or barn; yet God feeds them. And how much more valuable you are than birds! Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to your life? Since you cannot do this very little thing, why do you worry about the rest? Consider how the wildflowers grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you, not even Solomon in all his splendor (not to be confused with my Solomon, although he too is quite splendid 😉 was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today, and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, how much more will he clothe you- you of little faith! And do not set your heart on what you will eat or drink; do not worry about it. For the pagan world runs after all such things, and your Father knows that you need them. But seek his kingdom, and these things will be given to you as well. Do not be afraid, little flock, for your Father has been pleased to give you the kingdom.”
So as I folded my laundry mountain today, I was struck by His faithfulness. I marvel at the details that he weaves together to bring even the simplest of blessings our way. And all the while I am whittling down this mountain and placing it in neat little piles, He is moving mountains on my behalf. Sometimes what we see as a mess, is what God is using to lay out a way for us. He has it all sorted out by what fits us best and wants to bless us, if only we will let go, trust, follow and receive. I look back on where my little family was just a year ago, and then 3 years ago, and 6 years ago, and I see mountain after mountain that he has moved, crumbled, or simply led us over, around and through. It is humbling to be loved as we are by Christ. It is humbling to be His “little flock”. May the everyday reminders of his provision abundantly bless you and draw you closer to Him. May we be mindful of our Shepherd who is tending to our every need.

Thanks for sharing with me this ordinary, everyday blessing!

–Written by Naomi M. 

One Response to “Mountains of Blessing”

  1. Alice S says:

    Hi Naomi, Your blog reminds me of my daughter Katy, who is also a stay at home Mom with three little ones. The mountain of laundry she has looks quite similar to yours! My advice to both of you is in the “old days” it wasn’t a crime to wear the same shirt or pants twice for play. Sure they get dirty, the minute they come out of the drawer, they are placed on a little body intended to explore the backyard, creeks, stones, worms, all the good stuff that we enjoyed as children. Being spotless doesn’t look right on a child! Your children are blessed with a God-fearing, sweet mother who chooses to let them investigate their surroundings! More Power to You! May God bless you and your children for making this wonderful present to your children–your presence! Lovingly, Alice

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