I was having church at home this morning. I read about how He knows. How He understands. He was a human. He faced love and hate. He faced rejection and loneliness. So why would He not know how that feels when those emotions come up? We say He knows our hearts. Our feelings, our emotions. He does b.c He also lived that out. He walked out being rejected. He lived with those that loved Him dearly, or hated Him feircly. His heart breaks like ours does.

He endured a lot in his short life.

Haven and I have had conversations this past week about Jesus. How He loves children just like the song says. How we need to have faith and believe like little children do. That He is everywhere. He loves us. He wants us to please Him, to sing praises. We talk a lot about songs that please the Lord. She so desires that. And I’m so grateful that the Holy Spirit is beginning to work in her heart to think about Him and what He desires of her. Yet Istill want to protect her from neighborhood girls who may not know the Lord, or who are petty and mean. It breaks my heart, even little things, b.c my baby girl is so sensitive. Wisdom indeed. She loves so innocently and desires to be included. I pray that I can contiue to help her realize that the Lord can be all those things for her, even if those people in her life fall short, because we ALL fall short of His glory, but HE remains. He will never fail her. He is her security.

She is 7. Her birthday was September 4th. We are going to have a little celebration, as she just moved into a new house a week before her birthday. We will be doing a little something for her soon.  Amazingly, while she learns life, I am also learning life. God is good.Even though our last week was really hard, He was there. In the tears, the I’m sorrys, the anger, grief, exhaustion, hands raised in surrender b.c I didn’t know what else to do. We prayed. I got a screaming Harbin, (not his norm) a very frustrataed Haven, and me. We all got in my bed. Harbin prayed first. Then Haven, and then myself. We prayed over each other. We prayed over our rooms, over our home, over our lives. That we would bring honor to Him, and that His will would be done in our family. That He would speak to the hearts of those we love the most, that He would redeem those things that are lost.

And we get to live out His story for us. It may not be pretty or perfect, or the way we thought it’d be, but we know that as we live, HE is there, and HE will get the glory. He endured and so will we.

Havens first day of school.


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3 responses to “

  1. Martha!

    I loved that part about it not being pretty or perfect or the way we thought it’d be. But how it is. That’s one thing I appreciate about the Bible. It tells it like it was, not how it should have been or the way God wanted it but the truth and the room for God’s grace within it.

  2. Kara, my heart breaks for what you wrote about Haven and other girls. It’s so hard to explain to our babies why some people aren’t nice. I pray for our daughters as they experience something I wish they never would.

  3. I love and admire you, sweet friend. May God’s presence and delight overwhelm you.

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