Submitting to a Knowledge of a Certain Nothingness

She believed that she must now submit to feel that another lesson, in the art of knowing our own nothingness beyond our own circle, was becoming necessary for her. – Jane Austen

For  Wordless Wednesdays

Called

I've been called.  I don't know most days what that means.  How to take it beyond that.

Called into the light, given the mind of Christ, called to do all for His glory.

But most of the time, I lose sight of this.  Most of the time I feel like all I've been called to is being a mother and that I'm not even very good at that.  Then I wonder if I was even called to that.

But the truth is my very identity is His.  In Him.  He called me by name.  To be His child.  And He knows me intimately, loves me grandly.

It's an invitation, an appointing.  It's a daily submission, a daily seeking to figure out what all that means.

He calls me away, to come away from the world, to rest, to be with Him.

He calls me to serve, to help build His kingdom.  To give of myself as He gave of Himself.

And I'm not great at that.  But my name was called and the invitation is irrevocable.  And as His child I know that He does not grow weary of me, He has hopes and dreams for me, He sees the future and the good.  Where I am blind and tired and hopeless, I remember that I was called.  I am called.  And so I show up.  Every day.





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Annika

This is my Annika.  My second child.  The one I feared I would never have.  But that's another story.

She came and she is a joy.  Her Nana calls this one, her sunshine, an apt description.  To know her is to love her.  Really.  She can make most smile.  She makes me smile every day.  She amazes me, as they all do but in different ways.

There are times, I think she is the most like me.  This is flattering myself.  But she is the little actress, the artist, the reader, the learner.  Wow.  Superstar.

 And she has the most amazing heart.  She will work for hours making a book, illustrating it, writing it.  And then announce she wants to give it to 'someone with cancer'.  She plays cooking games online.  Games with soft yoga music in the background and slow directions which require patience and which have no seeming goal.  She'll happily create crepes with these games.  She learns cooking tips online and knows more about cooking than I do, even though she's only six!

She's always encouraging.  She writes letters to her friends telling them that they are 'kind'. She teaches and sings to her little sisters.  She is her older brother's biggest fan.   She tells me every day that I'm the best mommy in the world.

I want to be like Annika when I grow up.

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