Blessing upon Blessing

Rays of light blazing into my still closed eyelids and I turn away from it, reluctant to bid dawn good morning. This morning is still, the wind has ceased to sing it's melody.

The deep, steady breaths of my Pastor husband are the only music that reach my ears. I take them in, thankful. Joyful. Humbled. There were many days, years ago that I wandered laying in a dark room alone, who could ever love one like me. Doubt filled heart defined by what I'd done wrong. Blessings come to those who do right, yes?

"Maggie.....I like you." he had said one summer evening.

Surprise on my face. I tried to keep it cool. "I like you too" was all I could say.

"Maggie....I don't have to look anywhere else. God has led me to you." - the echoes of a humid Fall afternoon.

Stunned. Really? You must not really know me very well.

"Maggie...I love you." - the sound echoed in my head over and over by November.

All I wanted to do was run and hide, but love bid me stay. Years later, hearts bare, uncovered, naked. He loves me still. He chose me. Still stunned I give thanks.

Husband's breath is interrupted by little feet coming closer. They hesitate just for an instant but the excitement that has gripped this boy child cannot let slumber stop him.

"Mama, it's Christmas!"

I force those lids to open and I see the picture of joy. Smile stretching wide, happiness making dimples in the round cheeks, hands just wanting to grab onto this joy that has surprised him this morning.

There it is! My personal picture of joy. I smile, heart happy. "It's not Christmas honey, it snowed. God gave us a gift - snow."

"Mama, it's pretty", he embraces the gift that's fallen from above. I embrace the gift of giggles together at dawn with my son and we offer thanks for blessing upon blessing.

Melting under grace

Not too distant mountains, covered under a blanket of snow bid me come.

Boots on. Coat on. Gloves on. Ready.

I expect my feet to find soft powder underneath. Crunch. Crunch. What is that? It shouldn't make that noise. I take another step. Crunch. Not soft. Ice! Under the paper thin layer of blissful powder it lurks - unwanted, uninvited, cold - ice. Can't make a snowman. Can't make pretty snow angels. Can't drive. Can't run lest you fall on the sharp rocks underneath.

The sun has graciously decided to show it's face, warm, smiling. It will make it all better. I wait for the bus on the street corner. As far as the eye can see down the road, the ice underneath slowly morphs into thin vapor, tossed around by the breeze. Goodbye ice.

It reminds me of my heart. Word falls, but it is met with a crunch instead of soft soil. Boy child needs help with a buckle, but is met with icy words from his Mama.

"Mama did wrong boy child. I'm sorry."

"I 'orgive you."

And the ice on my heart melts just a bit and morphs into vapors of healing grace. Words come, uninvited but so welcome...

'Grace, grace, God's grace, Grace that will pardon and cleanse within,

Grace, grace, God's grace, Grace that is greater than all my sin.'

Hidden in the bench

We have a bench at our house. If you dare to open it, you'll find magic inside. There is a world hidden there that comes to life when little hands sneak in that brings joy and laughter, hours of fun and adventure. You can fly off to Neverland or find yourself in a hidden cave lit by pixie dust, or you can dig deeper and fly into unchartered space. This bench is magical. It can make all your dreams come true - it can make you a princess or a prince, a hero or a villain, a dancer or a firefighter.

But tonight, the bench is closed. Our imaginary friends tucked deep inside, laid to rest till dawn. And the bench transforms. It is for me, to kneel and trust, to watch and wait, to wrestle with head bowed and praise with arms lifted high. Tonight on this bench I meet the one who has made it all - all the adventures, big and small; all the highs and all the lows, and I'm thankful...

Thankful for the creativity of my children that teach me to live life fully, for another day in the comfort of a home, for the amazing grace that flows through the lips of my babes.

"What's one thing you like about Mom and what would you change?" I ask. Any adult would pause, think it through. Not so with a child.

"I wouldn't change anything about you Mom, you're the only Mom I have and I love you." the reply flows swiftly, gracious, merciful, a healing balm to a sinful soul.

"You wouldn't change that Mom gets angry?"...my sin ever so up close and personal.

"No, you get angry when I do something wrong and I say 'I'm sorry', and you say 'I forgive you'. I wouldn't change that."

Tonight, I'm thankful....that daily the Words of grace flow down to my heart and I get to drink deeply till the soul's content from the well that will never run dry.

Under my skin

Children laughing, playing, loving.

Children bickering, hurting, falling.

A clean house. The realtor might call so it must be in order for showing.

"It's not my house." Cleaning away nonetheless.

Juice spilling. Books off the shelves. Legos covering the rug. Chewed up carrot found it's new home on the train table. Peas went into the belly, the pod chewed up and spit out on the floor. Wait, that's a whole lot of pods under the coffee table.

A messy house. Mama's angry. Mama's not kind. Children feeling guilty for being children. Mama's wrong.

Mama's messy. Mama's bickering. Mama's hurting. Mama's falling.

Mama says 'sorry' to her babies. They love her anyways. Just like Jesus.

He's not asleep on the cushion...

The heart is anxious. "Breathe."

The room seems smaller. "I'm near."

Misunderstood...again. "I understand you."

Sometimes when it rains it pours, right? It's so easy to forget God's past faithfulness and get lost in the middle of the storm that's raging. Where is He? Sleeping on a cushion?

Sometimes He doesn't get up and say 'Peace, be still' to my raging storm, sometimes He says "Peace" to my heart. No, not sleeping. The room still feels small, the heart anxious. But I'm not alone...

Living in the Weird

Santa Fe is unlike anything we have experienced before. You could classify it as urban even though most people live on dirt roads. You could classify it as western even though the most popular stores are Trader Joe's and Whole Foods. And then there are the people....they are interesting and strange and "Manhattanites" (not literally) living in the dessert. Here are some examples to help you understand.

A week or two ago I was walking with Jack in his newly inherited single jogging stroller. Yes, you read correctly - walking, I'm not much of a runner. On the way this sweet old 70 something year old lady stops me to admire Jack. "Look at his hair!" "How old is he?" "What is his name?" She was having a great time with Jack. Then she looks at me and says, "Isn't this contraption supposed to be something you run with?" Hmmmm....something I would expect from someone in the North East. Which one is it lady - are you 'sweet and nice old lady' or 'rough around the edges, I'll tell you what I think' old lady?

We've entered for the first time into the Public School system here in Santa Fe. There are days that I think I should home-school. I asked the secretary in Alex's preschool the other day: "Who is Alex's speech therapist?" Response: "The teacher doesn't know??" (with a blank stare). The teacher is teaching at the moment. Did not get any further in extracting information.

Met a lady who was, for a week, Maya's teacher - such a sweet lady. First informal meet the teacher time she informs us parents that she doesn't take calls after school hours because she's a pastor's wife. I never heard that one before. Chris asks me: "Did you tell her you were a pastor's wife too?" "Nope, one pastor's wife was enough."

Just makes you laugh because you're constantly faced with the unexpected. Can't can these folks, they don't fit any mold. They are nice and rude, gracious and terrible drivers, mind their own business and want to know all about yours kind of people. Chris was totally shocked this morning when a pick-up truck makes a U-turn right over the median in the middle of a busy road - I guess he just couldn't wait....and that's just Santa Fe - home of the Weird.

What's wonderful about all these weirdos is that they are so much like us - made in the image of God, marred by the Fall, and in need of redemption and restoration. What a wonderful place to be in! We're very thankful to be here and see God's clear hand in changing this city for His glory.

Moving Day

Today we move into our 'new' house. New to us of course. We are excited to have a place to call 'home' and a place to put all our stuff.

I've discovered though that it wasn't so hard living out of a couple of suitcases (literally) for a month. We have all the necessities and just recycle clothes over and over again. Really, we don't need much. It seems to me that this Gensheer clan values space much more than stuff. What we value shone through though our house search. We wanted the kids to have space to be on their own if they wanted to. A big dining room table so we could eat with people. An extra room so we could have people sleep over. A easily accessible bathroom so our guests can use it. Outdoor space so we can grill out and feed people when they come over. "We don't have enough seating!" cried Chris. "Where are people going to sit?" We still don't have an answer to that question - Chris is particularly been coveting some leather chairs from Pottery Barn and I told him he might have to wait a WHILE for those.

What is encouraging when we step back and look at this process is that we are really doing what God has called us to do. It's not just a personality outgoing thing or a duty thing, it's a delight thing to be able to give of ourselves to eternal souls. Chris has LOVED every minute of his job and is so full of energy when he gets to pastor people. All those student loans were not in vain after all!

Yesterday I found out I won't be able to use the garage as a playroom because of mice - very bummed. But the Lord knew that, right? Which means, he'll provide space elsewhere (fingers crossed). I think having a couple of interior decorators stop by today will be a huge help in helping us place stuff. I think I'm having a love/hate relationship with perspective - it keeps me sane on one hand but poses such a threat to deadening my heart on the other. I'm really dissappointed about the garage and that's ok. I just don't want to stay there forever. I heard a friend once say, "You can let birds fly over your head, just don't let them make a nest in your hair."

People here have been sooooo generous and kind - someone gave us $500 because they thought 'we might need it'! YES WE DO! We're spending it today to pay for a used washer/dryer. Praise the Lord I won't have to go to the laundromat with 3 kids - I just had visions of Alex 'helping' Jack into the dryer! Someone gave us Perler Beads that have provided hours of entertainment for Maya. Someone is giving us some outdoor toys for Jack. Another person is giving us a kids table and a BUNCH of Legos for Alex. Someone sold me some Playmobils for the kids at a ridicoulous price. Someone has taken us out to lunch, someone has invited us over for dinner, someone has given us free ice-cream coupons, someone has let us stay in their house for almost a month and eat their food, someone is giving us a fireplace screen....we are SO thankful that the Lord has brought the 'someones' into our lives. May we be a blessing to others as we have been blessed by them.