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.

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
*trains
*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.  God.is 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.
HE SPOKE THE SKY AND EARTH 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"...like 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.






 

Wednesday, March 12, 2014

Dear Man Following Hard After Jesus

Dear Man Following Hard After Jesus~

Do you know you are a rare commodity in the world?

Do you know there are men leaving and disowning children and families everywhere in the world?

Do you know you've been placed strategically in the lives of many people to point them to Christ?

Do you know that you are invaluable to your family, to men and women in your small group, your church family, your community, the world?

Do you know there are literally thousands of men and women sitting in prisons who never got to call anyone Daddy and not once got to hear "son" or "daughter"?

Do you know that a little girl could hold on to just one word of encouragement from you for a decade?

Do you know that just one intentional hug may offer the encouragement a discouraged young husband in your small group needs to go back home and keep leading his family well?

Do you know that just one intentional smile at a boy in the church foyer has the potential to start the healing process in a hurting boy's heart?

Do you know that your steady presence means more than any amount of money or gifts or words of wisdom could ever offer?

We need you.  Please don't quit.  Please don't give up.

You are not perfect-no one expects it. There is one perfect Father.

Your Father loves you.  He sees you. He formed and fashioned you just the way He desired.  You are his beloved son.
He promises to be a father to the fatherless, no need for a superman cape.
There's probably no need to go searching out anyone to love.
They're most likely right before your eyes.