Mama, Can I go to Tokyo?

So here is the most interesting conversation I've had all day. . .Sam, whose curiosity is LIMITLESS, just asked me, out of the CLEAR, BLUE, SKY, "Mama, can I go to Tokyo?" (I think he saw something about Tokyo on Little Einsteins the other day).
"Sure buddy. Why do you want to go to Tokyo?"
"Because it's SO COOL. They have restaurants and wapawtments (*read: apartments) that are weally, weally, weally BIG! But the people day-er are weally, weally, weally little! Why do dey need BIG wapawtments when dey are so little, Mama?"
Before I could answer him, he says, "I KNOW!!!! It's because day-er Mommies and Daddies buy dem lots and lots of TOYS!!!!" *Brief pause for him to process his newfound information* "Mama, I weally fink we need to move to Tokyo. . .den you and Daddy can buy me toys to fill our BIG WAPAWTMENT!" Case Closed. . .The End. . .He walks away, and I am left to ponder his logic, once again!

Food for Thought

Sam's Prayer

"But Jesus called the children to him and said, "Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these. I tell you the truth, anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God like a little child will never enter it." ~Luke 18:16-17

I know, I know. . .two posts in one day. . .I'm sure there's a rule against that somewhere in blogdom, but I'm afraid that if I don't record this I might forget it. . .and I REALLY don't want to forget this!
I LOVE hearing Sam pray!!! Over the past few years, his prayers have evolved from simple (but sweet), sing-song prayers like "God Our Father," to prayers that are heartfelt and unscripted. Regardless of their form, there is something truly awesome (in the real sense of the word) about hearing him cast his cares and concerns, hopes and dreams at the feet of God Almighty. His innocence is often juxtaposed with a confidence that even I fail to possess as one who has been "casting my cares on the Lord" for a quarter of a century now.
Sometimes, while Sam is praying, he quotes pieces of scripture that he knows. To hear my precious son speak truth with such authority at only 4 years old often makes me a little weak at the knees. Other times, Sam just talks (and talks. . .and talks. . .and talks) to the Lord about nothing and everything at all. . .depends on which way the wind blows, I guess.
What amazes me to no end, however, is that my son "gets it." By that I mean that, at 4 years old, Sam KNOWS that he has the right to stand before the God of the Universe and tell Him whatever Sam feels like telling Him. So many times, especially over the course of the past year, Sam has stopped Robert and me in the middle of whatever we were doing and asked us to pray with/for him, because he either wanted something, needed to ask God a question, was troubled by something, or wanted to thank God for something. He BELIEVES so strongly in his little (but mighty) heart that God wants to hear from him, that he will stop EVERYTHING, no matter where he is or what is going on (oh yes, we've prayed in the bathroom of Wal-mart) to go before the Throne of Grace. The boy's got his priorities straight! AWESOME!
And I believe that, on some level, Sam's understanding of the Lord may be stronger than my own. Sam's faith is as pure as a sinful being can possess. He has yet to be tainted by the lies of this world. I believe, because of this purity, if you will, that the line of communication between Sam (and many other children, for that matter)and the Lord is much clearer on Sam's end than that of an adult whose line of communication with the Lord is often challenged by the static that comes from the various burdens that we take on throughout the course of our lives.
(DISCLAIMER: The story that follows ACTUALLY happened with ABSOLUTELY no prompting from yours truly. Let it be known that Robert and I have shielded Sam, to the VERY best of our abilities, from the events of the past 2 years. As far as he is concerned, he is an only child. He doesn't have the first clue about his 4 siblings in Heaven)
Every morning, after we've done our devotional, Sam and I pray for each other and for Robert. This is something that we have done for the past 2 years, and it is, without a doubt, my favorite part of the day! So it happened that this past Monday morning was no different from any other morning that we've shared. . .except that we saved our prayer time for our drive to Sam's preschool. Driving down Cole Rd., I told Sam that I was going to pray for him and, from his perch in the backseat, he said, "No Mama. I will pway fuh you fust. . .will dat be okay?"
"Of course, sweet heart. Go ahead. . .but remember, Mommy can't close her eyes when she's driving."
"Dat's okay, Mommy, Jesus knows. . . LOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRDDDDDD Jesus (I LOVE how he announces to the Heavenlies that he is entering the throne room). . .Thank you fo-wah today. . .Thank you fo-wah dis life. . .Pwease give Mommy strenf (he has obviously heard me ask the Lord to give me strength one time too many). . .And LOOOOOORRRRRRDDDD Jesus. . .I just wanna thank you fo-wah our babies. . .we can't wait to meet dem and teach dem about you. . . .Lord, pwease put life in Mommy's belly. . .thank you Lord. . .Amen."
Oh, YES HE DID. . .I about had a wreck at the intersection of Cole Rd. and Hwy 98. I promise as I am sitting here typing this that I have neither added, nor subtracted one word that came from his precious mouth. My Samuel. . .could he really be aptly named?!?
I'm not going to second guess this episode, nor will I pretend that this is the first time that Sam has shared with me that, "Jesus said He was going to give me a baby brudder AND a baby sister, Mommy." As previously stated, I just wanted to record this if, for no other reason, than to remind me years from now, that my Sam somehow read my heart, and in his own little way, he stood in the gap for me! I am truly blessed beyond measure!

"I prayed for this child, and the LORD has granted me what I asked of him. So now I give him to the LORD. For his whole life he will be given over to the LORD." ~I Sam. 1:27-28

Water Walking

To begin, I would like to state that the child who lives in my house (a.k.a. Sam) rarely goes a day without unintentionally giving me glimpses of my Heavenly Father. Maybe this sounds strange to some of you reading this post, but I truly believe that one of the MANY reasons that God gave us Sam is to, daily, remind us of His love.
Case in point, when Sam was a little over 15 months old. . .BARELY walking (he didn't walk until he was about 14 months old. . .he was my "hip baby," and neither he nor I minded that one bit). . .he and I were making chalk drawings on Geegee and Ducky's driveway. To this day I'm still not certain what made him do it but, in a sudden burst of energy (he has many bursts of energy), he jumped up from his crouched position and ran to me. I promise you that, in my mind's eye, I saw what happened next about 2 seconds before it actually occurred. . .Sam took his eyes off of me as he was running to me, tripped over his navy blue Keds clad feet and, in Pete Rose fashion, slid on the concrete, skinning his little, chubby hands and knees in the process. It all seemed to happen in slow motion, and for a split second, it felt like the world was spinning. . .I KNEW that he was hurt, and I KNEW EXACTLY what that hurt felt like (not having been the most gracious child in all matters regarding the science of gravitation, I have MANY scars to validate my VAST knowledge of the ins and outs of scraped appendages).
The silence was broken by a blood curdling scream (Mommy's out there, you KNOW the one to which I am referring). . .I RAN to my son, scooped him up off of the ground and, holding him tightly to my chest assured him that everything would be okay, I was there, I would fix him, I was SO SORRY, and I KNEW that he was hurting. I will never forget the way that he looked at me as I was picking him up. . .the expression on his face, now marked by gigantic tears rolling down his cheeks, seemed to say, "Mama, I NEED you to make this better." It wasn't until, moments later, while I was cleaning him up, that I saw the situation the way that the Lord wanted me to see it. . .yes, my son had fallen and scraped himself. . .yes, he was hurt. . .but more than all these things, I think that the Lord wanted me to see that, I too, take my eyes off of Him. . .daily (I am ashamed to admit). . .sometimes for a brief second, other times for longer. . .the amount of time that I lose my focus is irrelevant, however. . .what is troublesome is that my gaze is averted elsewhere for whatever reason. When my eyes are not fixed on my Savior, I WILL FALL. . .just like Peter did when, in faith, he stepped out of the boat in the middle of the storm. He was fine there, walking on the choppy waters, because he was staring into the eyes of Jesus. . .He was walking towards the Savior. . .He was TRUSTING God the Son to protect him. But the moment that he took his eyes off of Jesus, and allowed himself to become more focused on his surroundings, the waters began to consume him. The good news is that, as always, Jesus was there to pull him to safety, but oh how much easier/less frightening Peter's experience on the water would have been if he had only stayed focused on Jesus.
Friends, I would love to pretend that my eyes are constantly fixed on the "author and perfector" of my faith (Heb. 12:2), and it brings me NO JOY that the Lord had to teach me this principle at the expense of my son. . .but I am, daily, provided the opportunity to "walk on water" with my Savior. . .sometimes the water is calm, sometimes the waves roll all around me, threatening to crash upon me at any time. . . but He has promised me, time and again, that when I am seeking to walk in His perfect will, He will protect me. . .His word says that, "no weapon forged against you will prevail (Isa. 54:17)," and that, " When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and when you pass through the rivers, they will not sweep over you. When you walk through the fire, you will not be burned; the flames will not set you ablaze. (Isa. 43:2). Talk about BLESSED ASSURANCE. . .these are promises that I can BANK ON!
I don't know where you find yourself today. . .maybe finances are tight. . .maybe you are home with a sick child. . .maybe you feel like the world has you in a choke hold. . .wherever you may find yourself right now, my prayer is that your focus will stay fixed on Jesus. . .that you will trust Him first, today. . .that you will love Him far beyond anything that the world may lay at your feet today. I do not profess to be an authority, by any means, on God's plan for my life. . .I am exposed to His plan moment by moment, day by day, genuinely surprised (though, admittedly, not always delighted) with each new development, but each day is a new opportunity to be a water walker. Each day, I get to choose to walk on water, trusting my Savior to protect me and to guide me, or I can choose to focus on the world and its offerings which are temporary, at best, and poison for my soul. Today, tomorrow, and until I breathe my last, I want to be a water walker. . .I want to live fixed on His face!

That's My King!

Thus far, I've struggled with what to write in regards to my recent chronological milestone, and I've come up with nothing. Then, this morning, when I logged on to Facebook, a dear friend of mine had posted a video of Rev. S.M. Lockridge that our Equipping Pastor had played for us during this past Sunday's sermon. While I have seen this video countless times, I continue to be blessed by it. I shakes me to my core. . .it wells up the Spirit within me to such an extent that I want to shout HALLELUJAH at the top of my lungs. . .and I truly believe that is how I should feel EVERY day as I stand in the presence of my King!
As I begin my 30th year, it is my desire to proclaim, more loudly than ever, the truths and glories of my Savior. . .each day, I want to choose to serve Him more than I did the day before! (Josh. 24:15) When He has work to be done, I want to be the one who says, "Here I am. Send me!" (Isa. 6:8) No more hesitation. No more time out for rationalization. No more need for justification. He asks, I act. . .all because of who He is!
And who is He? I have often written the phrase, "because of who He is," but when it really comes down to it, I have difficulty quantifying that statement. It's not that I don't recognize (as much as my tiny mind can) the AWESOMENESS of my King, but "because of who He is," because He is ALL THINGS to ALL PEOPLE at ALL TIMES, it is nearly impossible to explain Him. This video of S.M. Lockridge's sermon comes as close to explaining my Heavenly Father as, I think, an earthly explanation can get, but what excites me the most is that I KNOW in my knower that it doesn't even scrape the surface of describing an indescribable God. . .the one TRUE God, and the God that I am humbled and honored to serve!

Turning 30!!!!

I'm not there juuuuuuuusssssssttttt yet. . .but 30 is creeping up on me quickly. . .I can feel it breathing down my 29+ year old neck, and by the time this weekend is over, it (30) will have won!!! I don't like to lose but, admittedly, this is a battle in which the winner has already been decided and, should I live to see Monday morning (God willing), I will not be able to claim victory. I am sure that I will have something interesting to post on Sunday regarding my 3rd decade on this planet, but for now, I'm savoring 29. . .pondering the blessings and the lessons that the Lord has allowed me, and thankful that He has carried me this far.
My good buddy, Kevin Harrison, sent me a cool YouTube video to help me keep my ever-approaching birthday in perspective, and I liked it so much I thought that I would post it on here. Enjoy!
Still 29!
~Tish

Interpretations of a 4-Year Old: Groundhog Day

I LOVE to laugh! There's something about laughing that makes me feel good from the inside, out. Thankfully, I co-habitate with a couple of clowns, so laughter is a regular occurence around Casa de Line (for the record, the everpresent possibility of laughter in our home, is probably one of my top 3 favorite things about the family that the Lord has created for me). Enter our most frequent source of humor: Sam.
Monday, at Sam's preschool, the kiddos learned about Groundhog Day. Sam's teacher read them a story about Groundhog Day. They looked at pictures of groundhogs. They created a cute Groundhog Day craft (I should post a picture of it) involving a popsicle stick, a paper groundhog cutout, and a styrofoam cup. By the end of the day, the children in Mrs. Lisa's 3-year old class were, to the best of their abilities, authorities on all things groundhog. . .sort of.
This morning, as Robert was leaving for work, Sam realized that he had not yet shown his Groundhog Day craft to his daddy. He ran into the mudroom, grabbed his newest creation, and began to show Robert how, using the popsicle stick that was attached to the paper groundhog, he could make the groundhog pop into and out of the hole* (*read: styrofoam cup). Robert showed much enthusiasm for our son's art project given that it was 6:15 a.m., and I said to Sam, "Sammy, why don't you tell Daddy what you learned about Groundhog Day while he is putting his shoes on."
Sam straightens his back, looks Robert dead in the eyes, and says, "Well, see here Daddy. . .if the groundhog sticks his head out of da hole and doesn't see his shadow, den summer's comin'. . .if da groundhog sticks his head out of da hole and he SEES his shadow, den dat's 6 mo-ah weeks of weekends."
I like his logic!