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Ever, Only, All for Thee...

Kimmy LaMee

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I had a few minutes to myself this morning after the rush to clean the house, get things checked off my list, and before I rushed to pick up the girls from their preschool. I landed at my grandmother’s piano, my happy place, and as I played a few songs, I turned the page to one of my favorite childhood hymns. I know each line to this song and have played it over and over again but this time... this time was just really sweet. 

As I sang and played (sorry neighbors...) I had to stop and ask myself several questions. 

What would it look like if I really gave him my feet and my hands? 

and my wealth and my songs?

and my lips and my whole life?

If I went to the places He told me to go even when I was a little bit afraid? Or used my hands to hold Iveys hand and hug her after a hard morning of disobedience? Or freely gave to those in need instead of buying the latest and greatest things for myself? Or invited the new neighbor over for coffee? Or maybe just quieted my lips (and even my thoughts) when I’m tempted to speak something that is unkind. 

I want my life to be all about that last line...  

ever, only, all for thee.  


 

Take My Life

Take my life and let it be consecrated, Lord to the. Take my hands and let them move, at the impulse of Thy love, at the impulse of thy love.  

Take my feet and let them be swift and beautiful for Thee. Take my voice and let me sing always, only, for my King. Always, only, for my King.  

Take my lips and let them be filled with messages for Thee. Take my silver and my gold; not a mite would I withhold, not a mite would I withhold.  

Take my love, my God, I pour at the feet it’s treasure store. Take myself and I will be ever, only, all for Thee,

ever, only, all for Thee. 

(written by Frances Havergal)

 

 

 

You had no idea...

Kimmy LaMee

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You had no idea what my morning was like... or really my week. A bit overwhelmed by all that I wasn’t able to do because of the weather and the girls being out of school, had already put me in a funk and I woke up in a pretty selfish wife and mama mood. I spilled my coffee. The dog tracked mud on the carpet that I had to get cleaned up. I had to give a breathing treatment to the youngest who has been sounding a lot like the dinosaur mask that she will only keep on her face for about 3 minutes for said treatment.

And then the youngest broke a beloved “mamaw” ornament which made me mad and sad and I cried.

Those cute girls that you kept gushing over - those were the same girls that on the way to the store were huffing and puffing because I forgot the snacks and they wanted to watch more Paw Patrol and they didn’t want to go to all the stores because they just wanted to go home - mind you, where we have been for days already!

You heard me tell them that they couldn’t have that nutcracker doll that looked just like the Sugar Plum Fairy and to stop touching every single item that they walked by and you smiled.

You heard them singing “it came upon a midnight clear” at the top of their lungs, even though I had asked them to sing quieter a gazillion times and you sang a long with them for just a second and we all smiled.

You ended up behind me in the line and it took me quite a few minutes to convince the youngest to let go of the ritz cheese cracker bag I was bribing them with because we had to pay for it first and you were patient and you smiled and chuckled too. My youngest stopped crying and pitching a fit and told you “hey - I like crackers” and we all smiled and giggled.

You took a dollar out of your wallet and gave it to each of my girls and told them what great girls they had been throughout the store. And they smiled back at you and thanked you and you smiled.

You gave this tired mama more than a smile and a dollar bill though. In the few minutes you spoke to them (and to me) you were kind, you were gracious, you were patient, you were so very loving. You showed them how to give of yourself, of your money and of your love and your smiles. You were a smile giver today.


So - Thank you for seeing me and my girls today. Thank you for not huffing when they were “spreading Christmas cheer” a bit too loud. Thank you for reminding me that “your girls are such a gift from the Lord!” Because while I know that, it’s hard to remember that when your vacuuming glass ornament pieces off the carpet and shushing them in the store for the 100th time.  Thank you for pausing in your busy morning to smile, to speak, to give them a dollar, and to simply encourage this mama.


And by the way, they heard you too and my youngest said as we left the store, proudly displaying her dollar, “I a gift mommy, i a gift...”

A big fail... sorda

Kimmy LaMee

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A friend was telling me the other day how all my activities looked so “perfect” which is so very far from the truth! I just had to laugh and share our latest activity and near fail. 

It was supposed to be a turkey. You know, the kind where you put little holes in a toilet paper roll so you can stuff feathers in them. What could go wrong?! 

But the holes weren’t big enough, the feathers didn’t fit, it was “ugly” and before too long Ivey was frustrated which led to quite the fit! And then I was frustrated because I was working on dinner and had to stop and help like a billion times. And then we were both just done!

And that’s okay!

We put it away. We talked through the frustrations. We laughed at all the mess and Nora was just as happy putting crayons in her turkey, aka toilet paper roll.

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So it wasn’t Pinterest worthy but who cares!?! It was lesson worthy. It revealed our sinful little and big hearts. It brought out frustrations, then repentance, then restoration. It stretched our fingers, our brains, our responses toward one another... it led to tears then laughter. It led to hugs and “it’s okay...”

So yeah, it’s ugly but it’s No fail!

And the time you invest in doing activities and crafts with your little ones isn’t either even if it’s an ugly toilet paper roll feathered turkey mess! It doesn’t have to be “Pinterest worthy” to shape their little hands and our hearts. 

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See, I Told ya it was “ugly”...