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Swift to hear, slow to speak

Do you ever have one of those days where you are super busy and trying to be productive around the house…but when you get to the end of the day, you realize that you actually miss your kids?

If you’re like me, you may have spent all day in the same house as them, but your interactions were limited and shallow because you were so “busy.”

I’ve been reading Little Women.  Somehow, I missed out on that classic earlier in life.  I just LOVE the relationship that Mrs. March has with her daughters.  I love that she has a true friendship with them.  I love that they sit together sewing, knitting, mending every night and talk.  Most times, it’s just chatter about their days, and Marmee (as the girls call her) is quiet and listens.  But every now and then, a teaching moment pops up and she imparts wisdom and grace to her daughters as they sit around the fire with busy hands.  

I thought about how precious those moments must have been for the mother.  And I thought about how I hope that my children can come to me and share little tidbits about their days and little glimpses into their hearts.  

My children are still young, but I hope that they already know that I care about what they have to say.  I hope that I don’t domineer them by always talking, always teaching, always commanding.  I hope that I can foster an environment in our home that they can talk to me and their dad about what’s bothering them…even if it is something small right now like how their little brother chewed on their favorite action figurine.  🙂

This reminds me of the Scripture that reminds us to be swift to hear and slow to speak.  

Now, I highly doubt that my family will sit around sewing, knitting and mending at night while we share our daily highlights.  But, we can take little moments throughout the day to listen to our children.  We can enjoy hearing about life from their pint-sized perspectives while we prepare a meal, before bed, or just snuggling together on the couch.  

The time and place are irrelevant.  I just want to make sure I listen to them a little more every day.  Before long, their problems will be much bigger than broken toys…they may have broken hearts.  ea6140a2b0ce137ac3717aed918a407c

I’m not familiar with this author or her website, but I just LOVED this quote I found on Pinterest.  

Let’s listen to our children today!

 

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good & useful {not perfection}

{This is a combining of two posts from my own blog. I pray someone finds some encouragement!}

So, Proverbs 31 is {mostly} all about that woman… you know the one.

 ~”The Proverbs 31 Woman”~

[we have not been very original with ‘naming’ her, have we? :)]

She is often tossed out as an unattainable super-woman. 

She is even labeled as a product of her time … not something today’s woman could ever hope to become.

I have studied these verses quite a bit… though I am not finished, and I have a series of posts about them on my own blog. Some thoughts kept reoccurring to me as I did this studying {I’m not finished with all of the verses}.

While I do understand that Solomon’s mother {Bathsheba!} is giving him advice on the type of wife he should seek, I also believe that even {if she were a real person}

~”The Proverbs 31 Woman”~

was not

~”The Proverbs 31 Woman”~

 from the very beginning…

She struggled and learned–to weave fabric and plant vineyards.

She desired to be good and useful–as a wife and mother and friend.

She was an immature girl with dreams–who grew up and matured!

She was a young married lady with lessons to learn–and she learned them.

She was a wife, mother, sister, daughter, friend.

She was a sinner waiting on a Savior to be born.

She had struggles.

She knew hardship.

But what set her apart…

was her heart.

And so I wonder…

Does MY heart set me apart?

Some times, days just run together so that weeks become months before I even realize it.

Birthdays come and go.

Songs are sung.

School activities get attended.

Church services are sat through.

Laundry is washed {and occasionally put away}.

Dishes are cleaned.

Floors are vacuumed {amid the toys that are never put away}.

And then, I get up and look around and think:

“What in the world have I accomplished?”one life

Some times this truth is a conviction. What AM I doing for Christ?

And other times it is such a comfort…. I am {attempting to!} teaching my children to love and obey God and become responsible people, so that possibly they can effect a difference in the lives they come across--even while still children.

And that will last.

Some days, I freely admit, discipline and instruction are born out of frustration and not exactly done lovingly. Those days drive me to my knees so that other days become more peaceful, though not less hectic. {Sadly, many times it takes those frustrating days to remind me that I cannot do this wife and mother thing on my own!}

Remember, dear lady, no matter if you are a mother staying home to care for your children or a woman who must go out into the world to earn a wage {or a grandmother doing either of those, too!}, if you are being good and useful for Christ, your labor will not be in vain when the time comes to face the Lord.

{blessings} Tascha