Dear Audrey {Messenger}

This post is part of “Five Minute Friday.”  This week’s topic is {messenger}.

Dear Audrey,

The other night we went for a walk, you, your Daddy, and me.

Your little legs are getting so long and I watched as you ran ahead of us on the sidewalk, as fast as they would carry you.

I told your Daddy that I was afraid you would fall.  He said that falling was part of childhood and that if you did, we’d pick you up, take you home, and bandage you up.

As your mommy, I wish I could protect you from every pain in this life: every scraped knee, every unkind comment, every devastating disappointment.

But I am reminded that–for some mysterious reason–pain is often God’s messenger to us for our good.

One of my favorite authors, C.S. Lewis, said:

God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks in our consciences, but shouts in our pains.

In my own life, I’ve seen God use pain to show me that He alone is my greatest joy, and treasure, and fulfillment.

So, dear Audrey, if I can’t spare you the pain, I pray it will be a messenger for your good and for your joy.

I love you,



Five Minute Friday: “Hands”

This is my first post for “Five Minute Friday.”  I hope you enjoy!!

I love your sweet little hands, Audrey.  How small they are and yet how much they have grown in two short years!

And I find myself wondering: what will your hands do in this life you have been given?

Will they be like your Aunt Tiffany’s and care for hurting children?

Will they be like your Dad’s and write books to inspire a generation?

Will they be like your Nonna’s and your Great-Grandmother’s and your Grandma’s and show others how to read and write and tie their shoes?

Will they get dirty in gardens, in slums, or at playgrounds?

Whatever you do, I hope your hands serve.  I hope your hands grow lined with love and creased with the toil of devotion to God and compassion toward those around you.

You have been blessed with two precious, perfect little hands.

May you use them well, little one.