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I used to get frightened on those nights when my husband traveled.
For the first 13 years of our marriage he traveled off and on. Some months were worse than others. I remember one particular October he was gone 18 days that month alone. May was the worst month of all. I always dreaded May, the month he was on the road visiting all offices throughout the Pacific NW. There were barely enough days in the month for him to visit them all, so often times travels rolled over into June.
I was scared he would get in a car accident, a plane crash, or worse.
I would lie in bed at night and hear weird noises downstairs, outside on the property, and even down the hall.
I remember putting on a movie to try and distract myself, but all it really did was cause me to worry more.
Most of us feel inadequate at times to be used by God. We feel like we don’t know enough, we haven’t been a Christian long enough, we’re too old, not old enough, don’t have the right gifts, and the list goes on! The fear can be crippling for adults and children alike.
“Can we get froyo tonight?” my kids begged. “Pleeeease!!!”
Frozen yogurt, or froyo for short, is their current favorite dessert. In utter disbelief, I listened to my four children begging for more froyo just minutes after we had taken them to a particular restaurant for dinner. With a stern “No,” I launched into what I thought was a rather convincing lecture on gratefulness! Seriously!
There are some days that as my children ask for more and more and more, I wonder if they will ever be satisfied. And I wonder where did all this want, want, and more want, begin??
“Mommy, when I grow up, can I be a mommy like you?”
I was simply overjoyed when those sweet little words came out of my daughter’s precious mouth. When raising young children, some days your strength relies on the encouragement of others. So imagine how I felt when I was receiving encouragement from the very subject of all my hard work.
All I could think was “Wow, I am doing it right! She wants to be like me!”
In central Wyoming, it wasn’t unusual for the weather to dip to 20 degrees below zero and stay there for a week or two in midwinter. Dad would call my name and tell me to follow him to the wood pile.
“Stick out your arms,” he would say.
Then he would pile me high with wood –more than I could have grabbed on my own but not so much that I couldn’t see over the top.
Carrying stuff. It’s something I understand now that I’ve been a mom.
