I used to think in my early twenties that I would either make a go of the world, let go of my black and white, get elbow deep into the muck of the world, or move to Vermont...

I used to think in my early twenties that I would either make a go of the world, let go of my black and white, good vs. bad thinking, get elbow deep into the muck of the world, or move to Vermont... read more here
A Prayer for My Son, A Prayer for Our World…

A Prayer for My Son, A Prayer for Our World…

We have this little box with a sliding lid that we keep prayers for dinner in.  I made it years ago when the older kids were younger and we were just starting a tradition of saying a blessing before dinner.  Some of the prayers the kids made up over the years and others I collected from books.  We have an old standby that we use at most meal times now, but years ago each child was given a night where it was their turn to choose and recite the blessing before dinner.  Lately we have mostly used the blessing box when we have visitors and want to give them the honor of choosing the blessing.

So it sits tucked away on the counter.  Two year old Paul has found it a few times lately.  He has set it on the table, slid back the top and proceeded to empty and spread out the 4″x4″ white card stock blessings.  He’s been pretty good with putting them back in, so I haven’t said too much.  Today he did it again and his brother Gus, who is almost 4 years old, got in on the action.  Eventually the cards fell to the floor in a messy pile.  I cleaned them up and put away all but one.  Gus had it and when I asked him to hand it to me he tightened his grip on it instead and shook his head no.  I tried sweet talking him a little, but he just did not want to give it up, so I let him wander around the house with the blessing while he made his own particular type of toddler mahem.  Later in the day, I found it laying on the table.  Curious I went to find out which blessing he had chosen…

It couldn’t have been more relevant.

Our world today is very nearly screaming to give voice to the voiceless.   For the tween/ teen trying to figure out how to fit into the world and feel safe using the thoroughly vulnerable space of a public bathroom, for women and the inherent inconvenience of fertile bodies that can derail plans and opportunities, or worse.  For the very littlest of us just beginning the journey of this world deep inside our mothers.  For the people who come to our country for opportunity, to escape poverty and war, who take risks we can hardly fathom for a chance at life and end up vulnerable without the rights the rest of us are born with.

For all the people our hearts bleed for, for the lives our eyes see, the people whose plights we relate to, for the circumstances that touch our families, the people that touch our hearts…

For my almost 4 year old son Gus, who has Down syndrome, a funny, sweet, great little problem solver, whose words, while they are surely making progress are far far behind most his age.

Reading that blessing he clutched in his hands all afternoon nearly took my breath away today…

“Dear Father, hear and bless

Thy beasts and singing birds,

And guard with tenderness

Small things that have no words.”

~Amen.

I read it and I prayed it.  And I know it is a prayer you pray in some way too…

With love from the silent mountains of Vermont,

~Lisa

Let It Be Enough ~ A Mom’s Prayer 2 Days Before Christmas

Let It Be Enough ~ A Mom’s Prayer 2 Days Before Christmas

I don’t know about you, but come this time of year, when everything is so busy and presents are bought though maybe not wrapped (I raise my hand here), I tend to second guess the gifts I’ve purchased for others and wonder if they are enough.

As I sat by our wood stove this morning praying and working in this devotional I got for Advent, this prayer rose up in me.  I thought if anyone else felt this way, maybe it would resonate and give you some peace.

Oh my Lord my God, let my heart rest in you today. 

I am tired and just a little weary, and I do not want to be, I want to be joyful. 

And then I think about you Mary, and how you must have been so physically exhausted from your long journey to Bethlehem while nine months pregnant, and after finally arriving … no room at the Inn!!  You had no civilized place in which to birth your child, the Lord of our world.  It seemed so cruel.

And yet you were filled with joy at His birth. 

I do not know how Christmas morning will go.  Will my children all feel filled and contented or will there be some disappointed hearts when they see a humble manger/not the present they wanted instead of the palace the Christ child was expected to be born in/the treasures of their boyhood dreams? 

But of all the places you could have chosen Lord, the manger dark and earthy, is what you chose.

Let me have peace in our manger/the home we have to provide, and know that what we have is more than enough. 

Give me eyes to see a humble manger as the glorious throne of God that it is and to know that if it was good enough for You Lord, then what we have is more than enough for us. 

Amen.

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That Sweet Vermont Season

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Obladi Olbada Mr. G Turns Three!

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