This little corner of our little house on the prairie is where life happens.
And the piling up of all the stuff that is coming in and out to keep life rolling!
So when Jake ordered his letterman a few weeks back, we also sat here to go over what the heck had added up to $379... when it was supposed to be a 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓮 jacket from the school! 🙆🏼♀️
✔️The cool pleather sleeve upgrade.
✔️A soccer patch with his number.
✔️A track patch for the two varsity meets they got to have.
✔️And 𝓗𝓮𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓷 across the back... with Isaiah 40:31 stitched into it.
When Jake mentioned this verse, I honestly had to think why he had chosen it. It wasn’t his Pappy’s. It wasn’t his Dad’s or brother’s favorite. It wasn’t mine.
It was his.
“Duh, Mom. I’ve stared at it for years. Don’t you know it?”
And then it hit me. Above that slanted table and the bench stained from life, the Lord had spoken 𝓱𝓸𝓹𝓮 to my boy even when my attitude at the table hadn’t. It was truth through tears over geometry and transcended the day’s drama over and over. God used my Hobby Lobby sign to point Jake to where his hope should lie.
Not in that track patch, not in a soccer number and not in that name on the back.
𝓗𝓸𝓹𝓮 is the focus of this first week of advent as we celebrate and anticipate this season of light.
𝓗𝓸𝓹𝓮 in the Lord is what renews us.
𝓗𝓸𝓹𝓮 in Him is what gives us strength to keep running.
𝓗𝓸𝓹𝓮 is what we as believers in Jesus share and soar on above all of our worldly circumstances.
I don’t regret a penny of that $379 free letterman. I pray it wraps Jake tightly in truth as he comes and goes over the next couple of years. And I pray that you and I will embrace 𝓱𝓸𝓹𝓮 in the middle of our lives as well.
Buy that sign, Mama. Hang it. Let the Lord set the tone. Live under it. God’s Word NEVER returns void.