Here’s a silly poem from me to read to your kiddos. Enjoy! God loves me God loves me, yes He does. I know it’s really true. I never doubt it for a minute. Know what? He loves you, too! There’s nothing else that I know more. It’s a fact that’s simple, no doubt. I know it from my head to toes, Tip to tip and inside out. I know it like I know my hand, With fingers and two thumbs I know it when I stretch my legs And run, and run, and run! I know it when I comb my hair And brush my teeth each night. I know it when I kiss my dad And mom turns out the light. So when you close your eyes And snuggle in your bed Know that someone loves you No matter what you’ve done or said.
Did you ever wear two different earrings . . . not on purpose? I did. Not too bad in the grand scheme of things, considering the morning craziness. I was running late, of course. It was one of those mad scrambles out the door . . . kind of like I imagine soldiers under attack who are running to their foxholes near the frontline of battle. I’m tearing through the house waving the kids on like a sergeant. Go, go, GO . . . save yourself, get to the van! An errant lunch bag falls out of a backpack. Don’t stop for that! Are you crazy? Just go. No time! NO TIME! Sound familiar? Come on, you can admit it to me. No judging here. It wasn’t until that evening when I took my earrings out that I even noticed. Wait a minute! No one else noticed either. Now I wear pretty big ear hardware. I’m stuck in the 80s, I admit. I gave my husband a hug and kiss goodbye, chatted with several moms at the school, and spent all afternoon and evening with my family. No one noticed. At first I was glad. Then offended. Are you kidding me? Am I that insignificant that such a fashion flub never raised an eyebrow? Am I invisible? Good grief! Maybe there are days when you feel the same. You get up, get everyone out the door, do your thing, get your crew back home, feed all, work on homework, tuck ‘em in, fall into bed and start over. Perhaps you feel that no one notices what you do. I have good news. God does! “I am with you and will watch over you wherever you go . . .” (Genesis 28:15). If you are feeling invisible, I understand. But please know that God notices your sacrifices, your pain, your exhaustion. And he loves you, mismatched earrings and all. P.S. If you have young children, just wait. When they become teens, you’ll WISH they don’t notice so much. “Mom, are you really wearing those earrings today?!” Good grief!
Hello there! Please allow me to introduce myself . . . I am a _____ who _______. Hmmmm. Should I fill in the blanks with my personal life or professional title? Of course, I’m not perfectly accomplished in those things . . . still a work in progress. OK then, maybe I should write in who I want to be? But sometimes that changes daily. Oh, how about how other people see me? Not sure on that one, though. Good grief! This may take longer than I thought. What about you? If you had to describe yourself in one sentence—who you are and what you do—how would it go? Not enough paper? I hear ya. Well then, let’s NOT narrow it down. All your “titles” make up the one, uniquely perfect you! So . . . I’ll just share a few things about me and maybe we have a lot in common. I’m a wife and mom. My sweet husband Geoff and I have three teen-age children—three TEENS! Eeeeek! I have to read it to believe it. Katie, Ethan and Gracie keep things a hoppin’ in the Roark household, but that’s the subject for a whole different blog. Wife and mom . . . I usually say those two together because they are so intertwined. Do you? I forget that I need to occasionally separate the two and focus my attentions (especially on that wife thing!). Also, another whole topic. Moving on . . . I’m a storyteller. I’ve written professionally for more than 25 years, sharing stories for ministries, non-profits, newspapers and more. Stories are the best! I absolutely love hearing about the courage, connections and compassion of the human spirit. Maybe someday you’ll tell me your story? I’m a fan of children. God did his best work when he devised the family plan that included kiddos. Babies, toddlers, and children of all ages . . . love, love, love! They give us purpose, make us laugh, help us grow, and share the gift of love without reservation. I’ve volunteered in children’s ministry most of my life, from teaching Sunday School to leading Children’s Church to clowning and sharing puppets. The kiddos often call me Miss Shelly . . . you can, too, if you like. Last but not least (as they say), I’m a child of God. If you aren’t, I highly recommend it. Being a Christian is … Read More