It is late morning. Autumn air has set in. Leaves are fading off the trees. Squirrels chase each other across branches. And inside a two-year-old bounces with joy and energy.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Mega blocks are scattered across the floor. Mini towers, blocks connected she calls an animal and of course the “choo-choo” sliding across the room. Just as fast as she started playing with them she is done.\u00a0<\/p>\n
“All done!” she proclaims as I sip on a cup of coffee. Tossing the blocks into the bag she then announces, “Mommy do it! Mommy help!”\u00a0<\/p>\n
“Sure, I will most certainly help you.”<\/p>\n
And what came out of my mouth next I have pondered\u00a0the last few days. “Because life is better shared.”\u00a0<\/p>\n
Life is better shared.<\/strong> Yes, life is better shared.\u00a0<\/p>\n Isn’t that the point. Life. Each life not for self but for the sharing, the giving away to others.\u00a0<\/p>\n In the early hours this morning as I nursed my baby the house was quiet. Something inviting in the quiet of the morning. While the quiet felt good, refreshing to my heart I also realized life is not meant to be lived in the quiet.\u00a0<\/p>\n The quiet is lonely, void, meaningless. The quiet is needed at times, yes definitely. However, a life completely lived in the spaces of self is empty.\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n I want to live life shared. I want to give to my husband and children. I want to enjoy this journey together. I don’t want to miss out because I was too busy crying for\u00a0quiet self-time.\u00a0<\/p>\n I want to laugh until my belly aches. I want to sacrifice for the\u00a0sake of love. I want to strive to live a selfless life shared as Jesus did.\u00a0<\/p>\n Being a mommy to littles is hard. Days are long. Nights are longer. Yet, this season is a gift. This time is precious. We, as mommies, have a great big job in this season as we build a foundation for the years to come.\u00a0<\/p>\n But we are not alone. God is our strength. Our wisdom.<\/p>\n And there are other mommies out there too. Ones doing the daily grind that you are and also ones that have walked through it already. Live life shared. Call out to God for help. Reach out to that\u00a0neighbor or friend.\u00a0<\/p>\n Life is better shared. Share your life. Let go and share.\u00a0<\/p>\n <\/p>\n 1 Corinthians 12:18-21\u00a0But our bodies have many parts, and God has put each part just where he wants it.<\/span>\u00a0<\/sup>How strange a body would be if it had only one part!<\/span>\u00a0<\/sup>Yes, there are many parts, but only one body.<\/span><\/em>\u00a0<\/sup>The eye can never say to the hand, \u201cI don\u2019t need you.\u201d The head can\u2019t say to the feet, \u201cI don\u2019t need you.\u201d<\/em> NLT<\/span><\/p>\n Philippians 2:5-8\u00a0In your relationships with one another, have the same mindset as Christ Jesus:<\/span>\u00a0<\/sup>Who, being in very nature God, did not consider equality with God\u00a0something to be used to his own advantage; rather, he made himself nothing by taking the very nature of a servant, being made in human likeness. And being found in appearance as a man, he humbled himself\u00a0<\/span>by becoming obedient to death\u2014<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/em>even death on a cross!<\/em> NIV<\/span><\/p>\n Romans 12:15\u00a0Rejoice with those who rejoice, weep with those who weep<\/em>. ESV<\/p>\n 1 Corinthians 13:4-7\u00a0Love is patient and kind. Love is not jealous or boastful or proud<\/span>\u00a0<\/sup>or rude. It does not demand its own way. It is not irritable, and it keeps no record of being wronged.<\/span>\u00a0<\/sup>It does not rejoice about injustice but rejoices whenever the truth wins out.<\/span><\/em>\u00a0<\/sup>Love never gives up, never loses faith, is always hopeful, and endures through every circumstance.<\/em> NLT<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" It is late morning. Autumn air has set in. Leaves are fading off the trees. Squirrels chase each other across branches. 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