Should You Stumble Upon Us

This is a place to record happenings in the everyday life of us: things the Lord is teaching-just a journal of sorts, trying to capture moments so we can look back and remember what the Lord has done.

Monday, August 18, 2014


The crown of gray on her head and years and seasons of parenting have always made me want to listen.  

She has surrendered sons who have fallen off bulls, and daughters who fly overseas.  She has surrendered sons who've kept surgeons in business and received calls that yes, once again, someone was headed to the ER. 


My fear seeps out through the cracks of my words, "How do you do it? How do you let go?  How have you surrendered them, Nancy?" I've asked too many times to count.

Her response is always the same:  You start surrendering even before they're born.

You give back those you've been given because they're not really yours.  
They're His.

This surrendering and surrendering and surrendering.  

Today my first born will walk the halls of the high school as a ninth grader.  Surrender.

Today my oldest daughter will enter seventh grade.  A transitional year, for sure.  Surrender.  

Today, my little Ana, will go to kindergarten.  Surrender, heart, surrender.  

And today, letting go of Gabriel, my fourth, is proving to be tougher than I thought.  Surrender.

I am finding that only a heart fully surrendered to the Lord can freely and joyfully surrender the gifts He's given.  His asking for them always reveals this part of my heart that is not fully surrendered.  I hold them too tightly, I know, believing I can care for them better than He.  How foolish.  

How many Hannahs are giving their Samuels back to the Lord today?  

May we let this first day of school be a reminder that they do not belong to us.  They are His.  
May it be a reminder that they are gifts to be stewarded and pointed back to Him, not trophies to be displayed in remembrance of how great we are.
May it be a reminder that HE is our treasure, not our children.

Praying for all the Hannahs today, of littles and bigs.

Much love.


Saturday, July 12, 2014

5 Years Old!

Gabriel John Kibrom Laubach.  How in the world are you five-years-old already?!  To think you might never walk, and now well, we try and keep you from scaling walls.  Happy Birthday!  We love you.

You love...
*tow trucks
*dump trucks
*police cars
*riding bike really fast
*Curious George
*singing worship songs/pretending you're leading worship
*pretending you're preaching about God (You've gone to the backyard a few times and proclaimed loudly:  "God's not dead. NOT.dead"
*going to "group"
*your friends
*your family
*riding bike through town with Daddy
*riding bike on trail with Mommy
*sweeping, shoveling, spraying...anything involving dirt and water
*firetrucks (if they're silent)
*picking on Cole
*playing with Julia
*cool pops
*going somewhere, anywhere...every day.

Wednesday, May 14, 2014

Because He's a Story Writer

I curled my arms around her as her tired little body molded perfectly into mine after an exhaustingly fun day of playing in the woods.  "Tell me a story, Mama"?  she asked.  It's become one of my favorite parts of being Ana's mommy.  Getting to make up stories for her to enjoy.

I started writing words across the dark night air with my voice as she and I were engaged in the storybook of our two minds, connected by words and experiences of days past.  I told of two little ones who escaped their home, finally to be found by their mama and then another and another until Daddy said, "No.More. Stories." Daddies always seem to tire of words before Mommies.

It encourages my heart to know my Father is a storywriter.  It blesses me to know it's one way I get to reflect who He is.

He wrote the greatest story that will ever be written from the beginning of time to eternity. All other stories pale greatly in comparison.

I can speak words into the air but HE SPOKE LIGHT INTO EXISTENCE.
And HE named them.
And HE named her, too.
This little one, Ana (with one N) Grace, from half a world away, before I knew she even existed, He named her.
Her name means "gracious" Ananias, the one sent to Saul to let Him know he would carry God's name to others.
God speaks through this little one often as she reminds me that my God indeed is Gracious.
I get to be her Mommy.
I get to search for words and connect them and make stories for her enjoyment and God's glory.