favorite moments

My favorite recent moments have been these:

** While home alone with Jameson, I sang my favorite hymns to him. I sat here with my laptop, found an online hymnal (replete with sound bytes, for when I found my memory faltering), and sang as heartily as I pleased. Sharing the rich lyrics that have conveyed conviction and inspired faith from generation to generation has been one of the things I’ve looked forward to in motherhood. He nestled against my chest and fell asleep as I rocked and sang…

‘Tis so sweet to trust in Jesus,
and to take him at his word;
just to rest upon his promise,
and to know, “Thus saith the Lord.”

Jesus, Jesus, how I trust him!
How I’ve proved him o’er and o’er!
Jesus, Jesus, precious Jesus!
O for grace to trust him more!

O how sweet to trust in Jesus,
just to trust his cleansing blood;
and in simple faith to plunge me
neath the healing, cleansing flood!

Yes, ’tis sweet to trust in Jesus,
just from sin and self to cease;
just from Jesus simply taking
life and rest, and joy and peace.

I’m so glad I learned to trust thee,
precious Jesus, Savior, friend;
and I know that thou art with me,
wilt be with me to the end.

**I’m doing my best to remember to pray while I feed Jameson. Quiet times — the good, old fashioned kind with Bible, journal, pen, and piano — are few and faaaarrr between. But I find my perspective righted and my heart connected when I begin to pray for Jameson’s destiny. It’s amazing how simply watching my baby nurse stirs meditations on God’s faithfulness, His ever-extending reign, the promise of eternity, and the need to live in the light of His coming. That’s what I want for Jameson — and so I find my own life sifted, sorted, and straightened out.

And this isn’t a favorite moment, just a thought: Some people are aware — painfully so — of the corrupt world they’ve brought their baby into. And certainly that’s a harsh reality. Life only becomes more uncertain, and the days more evil. That’s what the Bible says, and that’s what we see. But that has not inspired fear in me as I’ve considered Jameson’s future. I’ve grown up convinced that there has never been a better time to serve the Lord, and that the best is yet to come (doesn’t it say somewhere that the glory of the Lord will cover the earth like water the sea?) Should the Lord tarry in His return, that means Jameson will see far greater things than I will. More than that, though, I know that the Lord has been faithful to generation after generation of believers, and that’s not about to change. I may release Jameson into a world that hates God, but I commit him to a Father whose love endures forever. I know that whatever else Jameson may experience, he will also know the favor and faithfulness of the Lord. And that excites me. I cannot wait to share the Lord with him!

Ryan’s birthday is coming up. Last year I missed his special day, so I’m looking forward to making dinner for him and hopefully making him feel loved… because he is. Very much. I love him.

Oh — and my little man is deciding that he likes his Baby Bjorn carrier. Today I took him for a walk in it, and then later, when I couldn’t get him to sleep no matter what, I put him in it while I made a cake — and voila! Sleep!

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  1. sarah o.

    In my opinion a Moby Wrap is even better than a Baby Bjorn. We started with the Bjorn, and moved on to the Wrap because of my sore back… But we ended uo really loving it because the Wrap is so incredibly comfortable for mom and better for baby’s spine too! Check it out at http://www.mobywrap.com.


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