I love my church!

I remember being a kid and dreading church. Trying to play sick so I didn't have to go or just procrastinating so that maybe we'd be so late that we couldn't go. Fortunately, those did not usually work out. My dad taught Sunday School so we had to be there at the crack of dawn, like 9am. Anyways, most of my life I loved going to church. I got to see all my friends, get candy from the pastor's wife, sit next to that special someone, where a pretty dress, and I did love to hear bible stories. But there were always mornings that for some reason or another I just didn't want to go. You have to understand, I was always at church. I went to school at my church, we went to prayer meeting and AWANA on Wed. nights, we always went to Sunday morning and Sunday night church. I might as well have decorated a room and put a bed in there and called it home.
The point of this is slow in coming, I'm getting there, I promise. This morning, my eldest daughter, we call her L was having one of those mornings and in a fit of naked rage, she had just got out of the bath tub, gave me the evil eye and said "I'm not going to church! I hate church!" Oh the horror! I was mortified, my baby, my sweet little L hates church! I wanted to lay my hands on her and pray that evil spirit right out of her and then God reminded me of all the times I didn't want to go to church and even the times I may have uttered those same words. My poor mother!:)
Well, God uses times like these to bring me to my knees and remind me how much my little ones need God and how much I need him. I look back at my life and history of how I felt about church, especially when I got older and am so thankful that God has brought us to a church that we love. It's so exciting to see God move and watch his hand working through people, ordinary people, every Sunday. But I don't think that is why I love church, I think that it's because God has planted a deep love for him in my soul and I just love being around other people who are filled with the love of God! Oh how I want my babies, who really aren't babies anymore, to be filled with the love of God.

Ephesians 3: 17b-19

And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, may have power, together with all the saints, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge-that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God.

Starting out

Okay, so this is all new for me. I love to read blogs, but I'm not so sure about actually doing one myself. I thought it'd be fun to try. So here we go!

You may be wondering about my weird title, in fact, I'm still not sure about it myself. I'll just tell you those three things pretty much sum up my walk of life at this present time. Mustard seeds: God has been showing me how little faith I have, "Oh ye of little faith" I can just insert my name right there, ouch! Do you know how small a mustard seed is? I just looked it up, they're about 3mm in diameter. That's pretty small! Another cool factoid, when this tiny seed is full grown it is big enough to hold a birds nest. God says if we have the faith of a mustard seed we can tell a mountain to move and it will move! Wow! That's incredible and a mustard seed seems doable for even me of little faith!
As far as mayem, I live in a house with three kids, ages 9, 5, and 3, a puppy, and a husband whom I love to death, but he is sometimes like a 4th kid:)
And mothering, well, that's pretty self explanatory!

I decided to post a verse that God has put on my heart this week. Hope it blesses and amazes you as much as it does me!

Acts 17: 26, 27

From one man he made every nation of men, that they should inhabit the whole earth; and he determined the times set for them and the exact places they should live. God did this so that men would seek him and perhaps reach out for him and find him, though he is not far from each one of us.