From the Racetrack to the Scenic Route

In April it will have been a whole year since I last posted! Time seems to have rolled past me the way an ocean wave hits the shore - there one second and gone the next. Honestly, I will not try to catch you up on what has been going on in my life I will just fill you in on the current. I must warn you - I haven't written in so long that the sound of the keys of my computer tapping are blessing me so and the ideas that are running through my head are many so no telling how long this entry will go:)

For the last three years, I have been attending the Wholeheart Conference in Dallas for moms. The everyday life of a mother can sometimes be like that of a racecar track -wake the kids, feed the kids, groom the kids, school the kids, feed the kids, clean the kids, play with the kids, feed the kids, bedtime with the kids then repeat. Each year I roll into the conference weary and roll out ready. I just love that the Lord will cause a mandatory detour of racetrack parenting to scenic parenting. The Lord was faithful to use the Clarkson family to encourage the off road experience of making lasting memories, fullfilling moments and tiny details count in the precious lives of my children. How often have I seen them as speed bumps-little people slowing me down or getting in the way of the seemingly import tasks at hand.

The Lord was faithful to parent me this weekend. I know he took my hand and took me the scenic route -reminding me that He is at the wheel. He showed me from His word (psalm 145) what His parenting looks like and that I am to model that. As a parent to Stacy Buck, He is merciful and compassionate, slooow to get angry, and filled with unfailing love towards me. As a parent to Stacy, He is good to each of His children - none is greater than the other. As a parent to Stacy, He always keeps his promises; He is gracious in all He does. As a parent, He helps the fallen and lifts those bent beneath their loads. My Father received me this weekend bent beneath the load of giving all I have in too many directions. He was faithful to lift it (my discouragement as a mom) off my shoulders and show me a different route to parenting successfuly in His shadow.

On the first night, Sally Clarkson, shared a wonderful message about rest. One of the most precious scriptures she shared with us from the whole weekend was, "Surely I have composed and quieted my soul; like a weaned child rests against his mother, my soul is like a weaned child within me. Psalm 131:2" The Lord calmed me down, showed me How much He loves me and that I am still the parent He handpicked for precious Masie, Katelyn and Gunner.

When the conference was offically over, some girls and I had coffee in our hotel room and the Lord met us there. Following is a scripture that He gave us and I see it as the road map to success this year as a wife, mother, daughter, employee...Hebrews 12:12 So take a new grip with your tired hands and strengthen your weak knees. Mark out a straight path for your feet so that those who are weak and lame will not fall but become strong.

Marking out a straight path for my feet begins with spending time at Jesus' feet. A straight path for my parenting isn't going to come from the next parenting book but reflecting and looking at the way Jesus has parented me. Not once has He demanded with a very ugly face in a scary voice for me to COME HERE CAUSE I SAID SO! A straight path for me as a wife is to plan time - to make a decision early in my day-to make time for my husband. A straight path for me as an employee is give it all I got while they have me but when the day is done-I am done. There has never in my 13years of married life been so much competetion for my family.

My precious little nest, filled with tiny little beaks

Won't always be noisy but oneday quiet and meek.

These little chicks won't always demand from the hen

cause one day they will fly not wanting back in.

Until the day comes when their wings take flight

I will no longer drive the racetrack but gently tuck them in at night.

No longer will the daily grind be so dingy and glum

I will sing and dance, draw and play - blow the biggest bubble w a package of gum!

My precious little flock - covered with the softest of down,

The thought of you removes any frown.

You are my darlings, and I am your hen

When you come - I will always let you in.

Your feathers are growing - the colors of your personalities are showing

No longer will my day go round and round

Praise God for the scenic loop I've found.

Stacy

p.s. I returned home from my weekend away a night early based on a gut feeling of needing my nest. When I got home 2 of my 3 chicks were sick. One with fever 104.7 and mild pnemonia. I spent last night going between rooms praying and loving on these children. Guess what comforted them the most - nuzzeling as close to me like a weaned child.