the best part to my day...

Sorry for the lock down! From last week:

I'm taking a class on Monday nights offered through our church. Gabe is taking one too, different from mine. We call it date night! And it's fun. We may only talk while riding to and fro (5 min) BUT it's still fun. Except when Lem gets super heavy and doesn't want to nurse and doesn't want me to sit down anymore, but we're making it work. I discovered some baby lovers who will happily love and dote on him during their class. It's been a nice break.

I'm also learning, lots.

4 Keys to Hearing God's Voice is the name of the class and it's been such a blessing to me.

Shortly after the first class I heard the Lord say to pass onto these babies of mine exactly what it is I'm learning.

The HOW, He said. They're not too young.

I want them to know how real and present His voice is. How easy it is to hear it and how easy it is to miss it.

So right along with the kids we have been...

~Quieting ourselves down
~Praying with Jesus as our vision
~Tuning to spontaneous thoughts

The last step is

~Journaling (what you hear)

The kids aren't great writers AT ALL so we share aloud with each other. I journal on the side by myself at a different time, when I can. I'll admit that's been a bit tricky for me but I see the benefits of doing so to 'test' what I hear in the future. When I have made the effort there really has been much fruit. Little did I know how quickly they would come on board with the idea and actually run on a head of me a few steps. I have been so amazed and encouraged by what they are hearing! Right on down to Liam.

For them, it has simply made this God they know to be real, even more real, to them, personally. WOW!

Note: If it lines up with a Biblical truth, it's God. If not, then it's not God. If it builds encourages etc... it's God.

The best is when they have messages for each other. "Chunky, God loves you!" "Sophia, God will never leave you." "Liam, you're going to be a Dr. someday!" "OK! We'll put that one in the books to 'test' later!"

Today, I sent the bigger kids outside to play while I tackled our bedroom. It was bad. I won't go into anymore details!

Up and down the stairs getting reorganized and putting odds and ends where they REALLY belong, allowed me the occasional conversation from the door. I was hot from the push to finish or at least get as far as I could, therefore the window on the door was slid down to allow the screen to pass just the right amount of breeze through. I could hear the kids playing just fine. And if needed was just a hop, skip, and a jump away.

"Mom!"

"Hey! Mom!"

"I was walking to 'the rock' (Asher's special spot he envisions in his mind when we do this exercise inside) and Jesus met me half way! We walked the rest of the way together. I held his hand. Then we sat down and he hugged me. He told me how special I was to him and that if I ever left Him or went lost, He'd always come looking for me. Always."

I choked a bit on his words.

God is faithful! Thank you God! Thanks for speaking to my kids.

Best part to my day? That right there. More than the much needed deep cleaned room I had? Yes! It already shortly thereafter looked like a dump again anyways. [*note: since writing this last week I divied up some chores to Asher and Sophia once a week to help me 'maintain' my room. Best decision in a while! Not to mention how weird my kids are. "Mom, this is SO fun. I'm never in this room but it's like...SO fun!" Now the laundry isn't being moved from the bed to the dresser so Gabe and I can crawl into bed at night thereby turning into mini Mt. Everests and toppling over.]

And this! Lots of chitter-chatter and banging from inside the garage to fill the crisp air. The Grand Reveal! It stands outside the door  in the corner now as this statement, 'Jesus lives in this home!'