Tears for Esther

There was a time after we lost Seth where I found it incredibly difficult to pray.  My heart was a jumbled mess of emotions, and most of the time I found it difficult to connect those emotions to words.  That season my heart simply cried out to the Lord, I like to refer to that as a season of desperate prayers.  I believe the Lord understood my lack of words, he knew my broken heart.  He knew I desperately wanted to pick up the pieces and glorify him in sadness despite me articulating them.

Songs were such a gift during that time.  It was a season of listening and whispering, because it was so hard to sing.  The words of songs, I had sung in joy, suddenly carried much more meaning.  So as I heard the song It is Well this week it became the prayer of my heart for my sweet friend, who had to say goodbye too soon to her sweet baby girl.

So sweet friend.  I’m praying that….

Through it all, your eyes are on him.

And rejoicing that one day……

This mountain that’s in front of you will be thrown into the midst of the sea.

Screen Time

I am not sure if it’s just our kids or if it’s all kids, but shows turn them into crazy children.  Calvin had a break from school so we let them watch more tv than normal.  (Usually we have a no show policy during the school week.)  Oh my goodness it was a disaster, cranky children, attitudes galore, saw lot of entitlement shining through.  It’s not worth it.  So we’ve gone back to once a week, only on movie night and this week has been much better.

I know we need to figure out the why behind this, but for not limiting it has been a huge help.  Anyone dealt with this?  We'd love any insight you may have.