Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Right There in the Flower Bed

This past week, I've been reminded in several ways to listen and I'm about to share with you my very favoritest make-my-eyes-mist-and-my-heart-swell reminder.

I listen to my kids.  I listen to their countless questions, requests, demands, arguing and whines.  I also listen to their giggles, their humor, their stories, their countless noises and their creative play.  What I don't do as often as I should is sit and listen to them for an extended period of time.  There always seems to be so much to do and in a family of three children, often all vying for my attention, the spans of attention I can give are generally pretty brief.

Well, the other day I had a chance to spend some one-on-one time with Sadie who turned five a couple months ago.  It was after lunch.  Miriam was napping and Jamey (who is on a partial break for the next few weeks) was doing school with Sam.  I asked Sadie if she would like to help me clean up the flower beds outside.  She has been in such a helpful mood these last couple months. I knew she'd say yes and she did.

I thought this would be a good chance for her and I to spend a few hours together and it was.  We talked, but mostly worked.  She has such a sweet spirit and did everything I asked of her, only pausing for short periods of time when she came across a worm and would hold it lovingly and talk to it for awhile before returning it to the dirt.

At one point, with our knees and hands down in the soil, Sadie told me that she wants to help an old lady whose arm bumps a door and who drops her bags of groceries like Solomon did.  It took me a second to realize that she was talking about the little Amish boy in her and Sam's devotional book (The Wisdom of Solomon).  He had helped an old woman pick up her dropped things and knew it pleased God.  Sadie went on to ask if it makes God happy when she's a good helper and I told her that of course it does.

She then caught me by surprise.

She asked, "Why am I not a Christian?"

I paused, being taken off guard, and then asked, "Would you like to be a Christian?"  She said yes.  I went on to explain (in the simplest terms I could muster) the things a person needs to believe in order to become one.  I asked her if she believed these things. "Yes," she said, looking up at me.  I told her that we could say a prayer telling God and she and I prayed right there in the dirt with the birds singing and the breezes blowing.  She beamed, especially when I told her that there were angels in heaven rejoicing because of her prayer.  We hugged and I kissed her in that flower bed and we both couldn't stop smiling.

I'm sharing this because had I not thought to spend time with her in this way, I would've missed this conversation and this special, special time in her little life.  Was it my idea to take her outside with me that afternoon?  Initially I thought it was my own good idea. (Can you hear me pat, pat, patting myself on the back?).  Or was it God prompting me?  Had He wanted my little girl to give her sweet life to Him on that glorious spring day and just used me to help make it happen?

I've heard several stories over the last few days of people being prompted by God.  Sometimes they didn't know it was God doing the prompting until later.  If we knew the words we were hearing were of God, wouldn't we leap to obey?  Sometimes His thoughts may be hard to discern because they could be passed off as one of our thoughts or ideas.  But, how often do we miss His nudges because they seem like odd ideas we have, things that would either make us uncomfortable or take us outside of our comfort zone? What if they're not our weird ideas but His all-knowing, perfect and potentially powerful ones?

"For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways," declares the LORD.  
Isaiah 55:8

I suggest we listen more and pray for discernment.  I don't want to miss a single prompt.

I love you sweet people.  And I'd love to hear about a time when you experienced God's nudging.  Did you recognize it was Him at the time?  What happened? Pin It


  1. How sweet! I can't think of a better mother/daughter bonding experience than that! Thanks for sharing! I just started following your blog and I love it! Thanks for all your couponing help, and I can't wait to follow you through canning season!

  2. What a lovely thing! So pleased to see how God moves in the hearts and minds of little ones.

  3. Sitting here in the Honda dealership waiting on my car to be serviced, trying not to bawl in front of the other customers while reading this oh-so-sweet post about your sweet Sadie girl! (not succeeding in keeping my eyes dry...)

  4. Wow...what a SPECIAL thing for you to lead your daughter to the Lord. I LOVE that she asked you that...and that you DID listen...and DID recognize where her sweet little heart was at that moment. I love that she has a heart for God...and a desire to please Him. God is so good...and I am rejoicing right along with the angels. And misty eyed? Oh gosh...I had to stop reading as I couldn't see through the tears. Love to you and your family today...and every day. xoxox

  5. your story gave me goosebumps :) i love it... and what an incredible gift... :)
    to me, i think the time where i REALLY listened to God's prompting was making the decision think about having children...
    i can't remember the specific day...but the time was one day when i was sitting in my parents' bedroom as my mom suffered through her treatments for tonsil cancer... radiation...chemo... it ravaged the woman who i always saw (and still see) as the most incredible person in my world...
    i had been "married" to my job - as a teacher - and everyone else's kids were mine in my classroom. i loved my job...and it was my identity... a good thing for the kids (and parents) i taught...
    but, as i sat there watching my beautiful mom sleep, i just felt a tremendous nudging to leaving my comfort behind... i always wanted kids, but i was scared at what life would be like with them - the change... but on that day, i was scared of NOT having my mom with me on this journey of motherhood...and i was scared of my child, and God willing, children, never knowing their incredible grandmother...
    so, in 2007, i slowly learned to let go of my identity as "super teacher" - and learned that life was much more than loving the kids i was about taking a leap of faith and thinking about having was about my mom and my needs for her as a mom and a grandmother...
    in Feb. 2008, as i sat in her hospital room after a radical neck disection to remove lymph nodes, it was very late/early...and i was laying on a cot looking out in the lobby (her window's view)...and i knew that a new little life was growing in me... it wasn't "planned," but my sweet little one was not NOT planned either... well, then again, she was planned...just not by me... :)
    my life has never been more rich and blessed... :)
    i left the classroom to stay home with my mom is my most favorite person to call, daily, for chatting and advice....and she's an incredible and fun grandma to not one, but TWO sweet little girls (2 1/2 and 5 weeks) who love her more than words can express... and, my mom has a vigor and passion for life that is probably the most amazing thing to watch... :)
    Let go, let God... it took me 32+ years to learn this, but i'm soooo glad i was willing to listen that day... :) <3

  6. What a sweet, sweet story. I just read Heaven is Real - the 4 year old who talks about Heaven and was reminded of how very much Jesus loves the children. Oh I knew/know it, but it's just a reminder that we all need to hear I think. God nudges me far too often for my comfort zone sometimes. :) But usually I'm obedient, even if it's weird. I have a friend who says if you get a weird idea it's usually God! blessings, marlene

  7. Now my eyes are misting and my heart is swelling. What a wonderful experience for you both. My husband and I were just talking about this last night. We have both had experiences lately that we didn't even realize we were being prompted until later.

  8. Thanks for the reminder. Some times the list of things to do can be so big and over powering, and taking time to listen and be together is so important. Thanks for the inspiration.

  9. Oh, I got misty eyes too. Thank you for sharing this sweet story. I pray one day my little girl will do the same! :)

  10. that is so sweet, thank you for sharing your heart, it blessed my heart, have a great evening, Hugs Barbara

  11. Best story I've heard in absolutely forever. So, so glad you posted today. Blessings to both of you!

  12. This brought tears to my eyes--I love the lessons that we are continually taught by God and our children--if only we have eyes to see them--thanks for sharing:)

  13. How wonderful! Yay Sadie! Welcome to the family of God! What a precious gift to be the one to pray with your child as she gives her heart to the Lord! And, how fitting that it happened on a beautiful Spring day.

    I've had the honor of praying that same prayer with my oldest two. At the time they were both about the same age Sadie is. I remember initially worrying that they weren't old enough to understand what they were doing. But, we did the same thing. We talked about what it means to follow Christ, what He did for us, why we need salvation. And, I remembered that I was just a child too when I prayed that prayer (about 6 I think).

    By the way, thank you so much for sharing the side by side lists in the comment you left on my post yesterday. What great lists. I want to copy them down and keep them close as reminders. I may need to check out the Bible study you are working on too. Anyway, they were truly encouraging. Thank you.

  14. Thank you for sharing this. It made me cry happy tears. I am so happy for Sadie!

  15. That is so sweet. What a fun thing to be able to help our kids identify these pure feelings they have.

  16. Thank you for sharing about this precious time with your child. I've found that the closer I am to my Lord, the better I can hear Him. So many times I let "my life" get in the way of spending time with Him and then I miss His quiet whispers of how I should live.

  17. Someone sent me this link to your blog. I enjoyed reading.
    I wrote a blog post about hearing from God. You can read it here.
    I'm so glad you gardened with your daughter that day.


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