Today, is a day of celebration for us!! It is the one-year anniversary of this devotional blog. You can even read the original post here, The Reluctant Blogger, written on 02/10/2011.
Can you believe it’s been a year?
An anniversary like that seems like the perfect chance for a giveaway to me!!! It’s also a great time to say, “Thank you!” Thank you for the many, many emails and notes and even gifts you’ve given me this past year to encourage me to keep this blog going and not give up. I’ve gotten special surprise hugs in stores and beautiful emails in my inbox on some tough days.
You bless me all the time. Thank you!
My friend, Rita Taylor, has made this fabulous necklace and bracelet set for the giveaway. Isn’t she incredible?! If you’re interested in seeing more of her creations, check out her Etsy page here: http://www.etsy.com/people/bigmomma4542
A huge thanks also to Ana Isabel for the photos showcasing Rita’s jewelry designs!
Also, to celebrate the new series of Devotions from My Garden, I’m going to give away a gardening gift basket with some spring-time goodies for you!
So, that’s two great gifts up for grabs!!
Here’s how it works. Every time you do one of these things, you are entered to win one of the two prizes:
- Comment on any page in the blog or on the Facebook post from now until next Friday at noon.
- Become a follower of the blog (Go to the Homepage and enter your email address in the box to the right).
- Share this page on Facebook and then leave me a comment on this page telling me you did.
Easy peasy! I’ll pick a winner in one week—on Friday, 02/17, at noon and then post the winner announcements to the blog that day.
Now, onto today’s devotional!
My middle daughter had the middle child blues.
Over Christmas break, my older girls and I discovered a new-to-us series of books by Daisy Meadows about fairies. There was a fairy named after every girl on basically the whole planet and a book about any possible interest or hobby she may have.
Poppy the Piano Fairy
Samantha the Swimming Fairy
Cara the Camp Fairy
Ally the Dolphin Fairy
Heather the Violet Fairy
Stacey the Soccer Fairy
We practically did a jig in the middle of the library when we discovered a book named after my oldest daughter, Victoria the Violin Fairy.
And then we scanned the shelves for a book for my middle daughter. Lauren the Lollipop Fairy? Lauren the Lilac Fairy? Lauren the Crazy Fairy with a Wacky Sense of Humor and a Love of Stories?
Mia, Juliet, Holly, Kate, Helena. A hundred girls’ names on that shelf and yet no Lauren.
It was the total middle-child disaster. How come Victoria has a book named after her, but I don’t have one named after me?
She cried. I tried to console and comfort. I searched Google and Amazon for any book named after a girl named Lauren and failed.
Then I gave up and hoped her five-year-old heart wouldn’t suffer permanent damage landing her in a pyschiatrist’s office some day.
Almost two months later, I was driving in my car and praying for a gift of grace.
My husband and I were preparing for some upcoming medical testing for him. Finally, after wrestling with God and throwing a few “righteous” tantrums, I prayed with submission. “Thy will be done” and “thank You for the assurance that You’ll be with us in all things.”
The day before the testing, I drove around town, running errands with my two-year-old strapped into her car seat behind me. I was praying and trying not to cry so I wouldn’t walk into stores and the library with red eyes and streaking mascara.
Dear Lord, we’ve submitted to Your will in this. We’ve asked You to be glorified. I’m not fighting You or Your plan for us, even if it’s hard and even if I don’t like it. But I’m asking for some extravagant grace and mercy today.
Then I made a request—that God would protect the hearts of my children. They are so blessed by their Daddy. By his faith and example of Godliness. By his Christian leadership in our home and church. By his firm, but loving discipline. By his prayers for them every night and the crazy rides to bed he gives them—on his head, on his back, carrying them upside down, flying them through the air.
Lord, please take care of my daughters if their Daddy is sick.
The library was my next stop. I checked my face in the mirror to examine it for signs of red, splotchy tears. It wasn’t great, but oh well. Who needs to look like a super model at the public library? (Not that I ever look like a super model!)
We had participated in a book exchange program at the start of the year, bringing in books we no longer wanted and then picking out new ones in February. Today was the big day we could choose new books, so splotchy face or not, we were going in.
My two-year-old and I jumped right into the goodies. I glanced at the stacks on the tables and in the piles. Then, in a box on the floor I glimpsed the wings of a fairy on a book cover and picked it up.
I expected a fairy named Abigail or Ava or Gabriella.
Instead, I held in my hands Lauren the Puppy Fairy.
I did another little jig in the library. They must be quite accustomed to my praise dancing by now!
I rejoiced, not just because I found a book named after my middle daughter that I didn’t think existed on this earth.
I rejoiced because God gave me the grace I needed at the exact moment of my need. It was a reminder to me that my daughters’ hearts are in His hands. He cares about them enough to let me find a second-hand book with one of their names on it at a library exchange program.
Surely He will care for their every need, walk them through every hurt, and show them the fullness of God’s great love and compassion for them.
The day before I had copied this verse into my journal:
“Let us therefore come boldly to the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy and find grace to help in time of need” (Hebrews 4:16).
Do you realize what a promise is in this verse?
It means God invites us into His presence. We aren’t unwelcome intruders there.
We don’t have to crawl in with our face to the ground either, waiting for condemnation or banishment. He says we can come “boldly to the throne of grace,” knowing that we will be received.
Then, God promises to extend to us the very mercy and grace we desperately need exactly when we need it.
I didn’t find Lauren the Puppy Fairy a month ago or a week ago. If I had, it would have been fun, but it wouldn’t have shown me God’s incredible grace.
No, within moments of my prayer for my daughters, I reached into a box and found a sign of God’s grace and mercy for me and my family.
That’s the promise for you, as well: He will give you the grace you need when you need it most. Don’t be afraid to ask Him for it.
Heather King is a wife, mom, Bible Study teacher, writer for www.myfrienddebbie.com and worship leader. Most importantly, she is a Christ follower with a desire to help others apply the Bible to everyday life with all its mess, noise, and busyness. To read more devotionals by Heather King, click here.
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