Growing

 
God, this is a
beautiful time and I am so glad to be your daughter.

I know feelings are
like waves—undependable, quick to move—but at this time I feel like a patch of fresh
daffodils breaking out in the dawn. I feel like a plum tree full of white
blossoms; that is, I feel that these growing pains are okay and natural. That I’m
at rest and at peace with who I am and Who You are.

When it seems like
school will never end; when dreams fall through; when mistakes are made; when
the future is unknown I trust in You.

I trust in the God
Who counted Abraham’s faith as righteousness, the God Who loved David, the God Who
revealed Himself to Saul of Tarsus, the God Who sent His only Son to be the world’s Savior.

Learning to watch
and sing in the midst of growing pains; learning to delight in the heart of my Savior,
Frannie

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The Sunday Christian

 
Dear God,

Am I really, truly
pure?

I mean, I’m the
girl who’s saving herself for marriage, the one who tries to be sweet yet
careful around men, the one who you’ve delivered from so many bondages.

But lately, well,
my mind just seems to wander.  

I’m so preoccupied
with every thought but you. Idols seem to popping up everywhere in my mind;
strongholds, though seemingly innocent, are growing stronger and stronger.

You talk about
loving you with all my heart, all my strength, and all my mind. All.

It’s so easy to be
fake with people. I can smile sweetly and talk church talk all day. No one
really sees that deep down inside I’ve let the cup get dirty. No one see the
skeletons shaking about in the closet.

Except you.

You see right
through me. You see right through the religious, vain talk. You see right
through the pretty smile and the aura of piety. You see me: a lonely girl who
is desperately resisting her Lord’s leadership.

Lord, let me be
real. Help me to open the closet to your powerful, life-giving light. Purge me
of the dross which so easily settles within me. Jesus, transform my mind with
your word so that I may be authentic
and pure of heart and mind.

Wanting to be so
much more than a Sunday Christian,

Frannie
 
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My Fear of All Things Babies

 

 

Babies.
Most females my age love the little bundles; they like to kiss, hug, and jostle
about the squirming creature and they enjoy cooing and soothing and holding all
the while making it look easy and natural.

 

I, on the other
hand, am different. Much different.

 

Put a baby in my
arms and I become as wide-eyed, stiff, and awkward as can be.

 

Babies scare me.
They’re fragile. Their necks flop about and they are so hard to dress; it took
me forever to learn how to button onsies (so many buttons!) and I’m scared stiff
to pull their little t-shirts over their little faces.

 

Back in Alaska I’m
known for putting a baby’s diaper on backward.

 

Toddlers aren’t any
better—instead of enjoying the cute faces they make I spend energy worrying
about whether or not they’ll choke on a carrot or if it’s time to change the
diaper.

 

Finally, the birth
process. Oi. I have ever so many questions
about the pregnancy. Don’t get me wrong, I think it is a miraculous event and I
believe motherhood in all its stages is beautiful.  But what about weight gain, labor, pain and
all those doctor visits?

 

You see, I’ve never
had any little people in the house to take care of. When my sister and I
babysat she would take care of the babies and I would take care of the cleaning;
we made a great team and I relished the chance to avoid those fragile, precious
packages.

 

Last week I had the
chance to visit with a friend who recently had her first baby. We talked about
little things at first; I was afraid becoming a mom had totally changed her.
Then we began to talk about it, the
baby and the birth.

 

“Was it painful?”

 

“How has your body
adjusted?”

 

“How did you handle
all those doctors?”

 

“Was the umbilical
cord . . . creepy?” J Ever since I watched an episode of “I Didn’t Know
I was Pregnant” the umbilical cord has resembled something alive from the SciFi
channel! Eeek!

 

It was so good for
me to ask real questions and to hear honest answers. It was such relief to know
that pregnancy and labor are hard but well worth it. It was such a blessing to
see how God carried her through her pregnancy and labor and how the pain is now
drifting into the past . . . just like He promised.

 

So, am I ready to
pick up every baby I see?

 

No.

 

But am excited to
see the little ways God molds and changes my heart and soothes my fears?

 

Absolutely.

 

With love,

 

          Frannie

 

          The baby about babies
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Afraid of Being Unknown

 
I think we
write because we’re afraid no one will hear us otherwise.

At least I
am.

We’re
afraid, deep down inside, that we might go unnoticed, unheard, unseen. The thought
of never being known, truly– in all our mess and glory—is as paralyzing
as swimming with great whites.

Tonight I
stepped outside to let the dogs out. It amazed me to see, through the shifting
clouds and falling snow, a full moon. It was only a small, quiet observation
but something inside me yearned to tell someone; to bring them in on my private
sight.

But there
was no one; only four sleeping bodies slumbering under comforters.

My heart,
our hearts, reach out for someone, anyone (ahem, Facebook, Pinterest, Tumblr,
Blogger . . .) who will hear us. I cry when I feel no one understands. I can
grow bitter when I feel all alone.

But, in
reality, that’s faithlessness.

Because
there is One who knows our every thought. He is keenly aware of our joys and
delights and He knows our silent sobs. Jesus Christ knows you, and, would you
believe it, He knows me too.

Marriage
is beautiful because it’s the tale of two people knowing one another. As a
couple progresses from friends to husband and wife, they choose to delight in
the thoughts and ideas and ways of each other.

 God
calls us to know Him in the same manner. To delight ourselves in Himself and to
find His ways light. To choose Him and learn to know Him. 

So, I
guess the truth of this is that I don’t have to be afraid anymore. Not with a
Lord like that.
 
“But
without faith it is impossible to please him: for he that cometh to God must
believe that he is, and that he is a rewarder of them that diligently seek
him.” Hebrews 11:6
. . .
P.S. For clarification,
I love blogging and I have no plans on (cough, cough) ever stopping. It’s only
that believe I need to find Christ my all-in-all and turn to Him with my heart.
Not every other kid on the block.
Because God is
reality.
J