This Little Light

What inspires me?  What gets me passionate?  I don't mean horses, difficult hikes with a great view or the reemergence of Spring.  What things stir an energy for change?

Right now it is this:  http://www.freedom.firm.in/

And this:  http://www.songlyrics.com/andrew-peterson/light-for-the-lost-boy/

And this: http://www.chaponline.com/


Ok I'll take break from c/v.  It's a new trick for me :-).

Oh, and one more: http://www.glutenfreegoddess.blogspot.com/


Sorry-this is somewhat of a journal that I can look back over and see that I was in fact inspired.
Last night I found myself in a place of deep un-inspiration.  My light was fading.  Why am I a mother?  Why do I get up and do it all over again?  It's not pretty.  It's not clean.  It's never done or complete.  But, there are those things that come along and make my little light shine brighter.  People too-I have a list of them.

Here's another thing that really ignites my flame- "Mommy where's my knife?"-and I know.  Then 30 seconds later, "Where's my sheath?"  And I know.  Except he says it more like "Where's my sheaf". He's not even 4, after all.

Even though the work is never done-oftentimes not even started, I really like being a mother.  I like being with my kids.  I like knowing what they know and watching them learn what I know.  I like-no love-having four little boys who are not men yet.  Who are excitable and silly and skinny.  They fight and cry and run, run, run.  They want to be held and eat way too much sugar.

Jesus found my heart and is changing it into His-and He loves little children.  Lord, give me eyes to see what you see and to learn what you know.  Help me, Father, to get up again and again, to never be finished and yet be inspired.