Imagine this: you are 13, in a very defensive basketball game. Your team is down by two and it's almost half. You get the ball with 2 seconds left, you're at half-court. You shoot and the ball goes in without a bobble on the rim.(click here to see it!) At half time, your team is now ahead by one because of that shot. A few games later, still on the high of the above mentioned shot, you miss an open lay up.
This is a story of my boy, the ups and downs of a middle school basketball player.
As his momma, encouraging words flow pretty regularly. The "Get back up and try again!" when things are not going right. The "Atta' boy!" when things are going great. My love for him never changes or falters or leaves.
Somehow this was relevant and made a connection lately:
When the kids are happy and healthy,
When it's cloudy and cold and dreary,
When Chad can't get out of bed or off the couch,
When our family gets a night at home and has game & movie night,
When straight A's come home,
When there's the feeling I'm much more of a caregiver than a wife,
When our friends hurt at the diagnosis of a lifetime of struggles for their daughter,
When I see joy and elation in my son's eyes,
Or when I see frustration settling in,
Hearing giggles from my daughters,
Spending precious time and hundreds of dollars at the pharmacy,
When most of the laundry piles are clean...
I will praise.
My hallelujahs may be broken or whole, but they will be there.
Because my God loves me. He is there with love that will never change or falter or leave.
I'm not saying I never shake my fist at God, with questions of why He feels so far away or why my questions aren't answered the way I want them to be.
"I'm absolutely convinced that nothing--nothing living or dead, angelic or demonic, today or tomorrow, high or low, thinkable or unthinkable--absolutely nothing can get between us and God's love..."-Romans 8:38-39
"I've seen joy and I've seen pain
On my knees, I call Your name
Here's my broken hallelujah..." ~ the afters
As his momma, encouraging words flow pretty regularly. The "Get back up and try again!" when things are not going right. The "Atta' boy!" when things are going great. My love for him never changes or falters or leaves.
Somehow this was relevant and made a connection lately:
When the kids are happy and healthy,
When it's cloudy and cold and dreary,
When Chad can't get out of bed or off the couch,
When our family gets a night at home and has game & movie night,
When straight A's come home,
When there's the feeling I'm much more of a caregiver than a wife,
When our friends hurt at the diagnosis of a lifetime of struggles for their daughter,
When I see joy and elation in my son's eyes,
Or when I see frustration settling in,
Hearing giggles from my daughters,
Spending precious time and hundreds of dollars at the pharmacy,
When most of the laundry piles are clean...
I will praise.
My hallelujahs may be broken or whole, but they will be there.
Because my God loves me. He is there with love that will never change or falter or leave.
I'm not saying I never shake my fist at God, with questions of why He feels so far away or why my questions aren't answered the way I want them to be.
"I'm absolutely convinced that nothing--nothing living or dead, angelic or demonic, today or tomorrow, high or low, thinkable or unthinkable--absolutely nothing can get between us and God's love..."-Romans 8:38-39
"I've seen joy and I've seen pain
On my knees, I call Your name
Here's my broken hallelujah..." ~ the afters
Amen : )
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