Multitasking

My sons’ faces light up when they hear their daddy’s voice.  “YAY!  Daddy’s home!!” they scream.  I asked my 4 year old, “What can daddy do that I can’t?”  He quickly responded, “Daddy plays with me.”  In defense, I reminded him that we were just playing with playdoh.  He reminded me that I was cooking supper and he was playing with playdoh.  I said, “Well we watched a movie together.”  He interjected that he watched the movie while I fed Avery. 

Hummm…Guess I was multitasking instead of giving my child the attention he wanted and deserved.  Isn’t that what we women are good at…multitasking? 

As I went to bed that night thinking about our conversation, I wondered…Do I do this with God? 

I pray…as I’m cleaning house.

I worship…as I drive in my car.

I read the Bible…but lately it has been a verse here and a verse there (usually while I'm feeding Avery!).

God reminded me that these are all good.   He wants to be a part of my busy day, but He also wants me to have a quiet and intimate time with Him.   He wants my full attention.   I can’t help but to believe that it is in the stillness that I will know Him better! 

Psalm 46:10 “Be still and know that I am God.”

The Family of God

Tears fell on April 27^th when I was told that my grandmother’s house had been hit by the tornado.  As family gathered, we discovered that it was not salvageable.  This was not just a house but her home.  A dwelling place she had lived in for 61 years.  She experienced life as a newly wed there, raised 5 children there, and entertained her 14 grandchildren and 7 great grand children there.  Family always gathered at her home on Sundays after church to visit with one another. In only a few minutes her dwelling place she called home was gone. 

For days, she sat with her 2 daughters (whose homes had also been destroyed) and starred at the remains. 

 My Grandmother's House

 Her car/carport

The area around her house.

She and her daughters’ families slowly began life again in my parent’s home nearby.  As reality sat in and her daughters began drawing up house plans in order to rebuild, reality also sat in for her.  She was almost 90 years old and would probably never be able to rebuild. 

However, only a few weeks later my grandmother had a visitor.  “We want to build you a house” were the words she heard.  She sat stunned as she listened to how a group of Christian men and women wanted to give of their time and talents to help her.  WOW!  God had sent His servants to build her a home.  A home in which she thought she would never be able to have. 

This group of everyday people like you and I, became the hands and feet of Christ to help my grandmother.  Many took vacation time from work and some even came out of retirement to help!  They all made sacrifices.

How happy I am to be a part of the family of God!   

Volunteers giving of their time and talents!

Almost finished!

My proud grandmother!