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Bless the Lord, O my soul!

    O Lord my God, you are very great!

You are clothed with splendor and majesty,
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    covering yourself with light as with a garment,
    stretching out the heavens like a tent.
Psalm 104:1-2

Our last day after a month at The Malibu Club in British Columbia, Canada. 
Those of you who know us well know that our little family has been off the grid for some time. This last month, we have had the pleasure of serving over 1,000 high school kids and leaders up at The Malibu Club in British Columbia, Canada.

Why Grace is Key in Raising a Miniature Ninja

Today was a particularly hard day in the life of Gavin and Susie. The struggle was REAL.

My son is adorable, yes. I often say it's a good thing God made him cute because my little love has the perfect makeup for the most terrible twos. I know, I know. Every parent has the stories about their kids and their terrible twos, but truly, I have never seen a case like my son. So to be honest, I'm not even mad...he's pretty amazing {name that movie}.

My kid is fast. Fast, as in I wonder if he has disappearing powers, fast. The speed in which he moves -- climbing, running, jumping...it's incredible. And then you have his incredibly active, mechanical and inquisitive mind. The kid has been doing puzzles since...forever. And, he puts them together in lightening speed (there it is again, fast). He just gets how things work. Needless to say, he has outsmarted most all baby-proofing. And then there's independence...the kid wants to do all things on his own. Offer help before he asks for it? Get a seriously wild tantrum. He wouldn't even cuddle with me until he turned two -- and then I think the only reason he wanted to was because he knew it would mean staying up later than normal. Whatever...I'll take it. Perhaps due to all the activity, the kid eats a TON of food. Literally, he eats as much as me. Whatever I eat, I double for him. Gavin's beloved "Cinny" who watches him -- and has watched kiddos in her home for many, many years -- said she's only seen one other kid who can hold a candle to Gavin's appetite. Finally, he is ridiculously strong willed. We have been consistent and tried many forms of loving discipline. We have sought counsel. I am on my third book. So badly we just want to give him healthy boundaries so that he grows up knowing that he is loved, but that the world does not revolve around him (as I believe I am loved, but the world is about and revolves around a man named Jesus; not Susie); yet two-year-old Gavin is not quick to accept that. Are you tired just reading this? Yeah, me too. I'm raising a toddler-sized Chuck Norris. 

I know he looks harmless and all, but you guys. This kid. It's getting REAL in the West house.


So, tonight...my back went out so I headed to the chiropractor and my son decided it would be fun to gag himself the entire car ride while mommy repeatedly said no...and consequently barfed all over himself. I changed him, brought him inside the chiropractor and he ran around like a mad-man refusing to sit down. I promptly swooped up my miniatuare sized ninja and got the heck out of there. After I put Gavin in the car seat and I sat taking deep breaths (Daniel Tiger says take a deep breath and count to 4 and I think it might work...sing it with me anyone?) and once the anger subsided, tears began to flow. The thoughts/lies began: "Why am I the worst mom alive? Why does my son hate me? Why can't I just make him behave?" 

In that moment I sent a novel sized text to a friend in my community group from church who has a strong willed child as well -- we have commiserated about the kicking/screaming moments a time or two. She responded so gracefully and practically and at the end reminded me, "If I didn't believe Jesus was after my child's heart I might lose all hope!" 

I was reminded in that moment that it is not my job to save my child. It's also not my job to raise him on my own. I'm also not the only one who loves him and cares about him...my God is after his heart. So, I prayed with hands in the air, surrendered and Jesus gave me two miracles -- a deep feeling of peace that my kid is going to be okay {as will I} AND my little love fell asleep for bed at 7 pm. So, I made a whole batch of cookies all for myself. I deserve earned them, don't judge. {p.s. if you're a paleo peep, these are to die for: Elena's Chocolate Chip Cookies}

So, if you too are parenting a mini-Chuck Norris, remember that Someone greater than we is after our children's precious hearts. Let's be good stewards, but leave the saving to the Savior. 

We are not named by our circumstances, we are named by our good God.



Overwhelmed. 
Tired.
Defeated.
Failure. 
Bad mother, wife, friend, daughter etc.

I knew almost a year ago I was stepping into a tough season. I knew the next several months to a year or longer were going to be difficult, trying, tiring; yet I believed the Lord had prepared me and steadied my feet for the task ahead. He had given me vision, dreams, words and people who spoke into what was ahead and gave me clarity. I was confident, equipped and clearly called as I walked forward into this difficult season, because although everything around me was grey and clouded and unclear, my God had set a light before me to guide me along the way. A friend shared this with me last evening, and it's perfect for the season I've been struggling in: it's the imagery of a long, dark tunnel. It's cold, dreary, dark and a little scary. Yet, at the end of the tunnel, there is a light beckoning you to put one foot in front of the other in faith that once again the warmth and comfort of the light will greet you. I have been in that tunnel. I have been cold. I have felt alone. I have been frightened. Yet, I have seen glimpses of light and the Lord has equipped me to continue along the journey, having faith that what is ahead is His will and that makes the tunnel bearable.

That was, until about two weeks ago. I put my head down and began to believe lies - lies that I could not walk forward because I had a new name; overwhelmed, tired, defeated, failure, bad mother. Yet, my God is good and gracious and He in His sovereign provision called out these lies, one after another and redirected my eyes toward the names He has ordained for me; more than able, daughter of the King, equipped, Loved, called, perfect (in Him and Him alone). 

We must not forget friends that we have an enemy who longs to destroy us when our circumstances are burdensome and heavy. He tempts us to carry the weight on our own, stare at the circumstances and claim them as our identity. When our circumstances become our identity we are defeated. We claim our good God with our head, but we lose sight of him in our hearts and we are overcome. We become like Naomi in Ruth 1; we change our names to bitterness as she did in the wake of great loss; or for me, to overwhelmed, tired, defeated, failure, bad mother, wife friend, daughter, etc. When our identities are compromised and not set firm in whom our good God claims us to be -- perfect, holy, without blemish, beautiful, His children, all in light of the sacrifice of our Savior, Jesus Christ -- we become weary. We search for meaning and we search for the light (retail therapy, anyone...or is that just me?) and we have forgotten that it's simply in trust of who our God claims us to be. In His Love. In trusting His plan, even when circumstances are hard. And when we trust; when we realign our sights with His, the light reappears. It again beckons us to put one foot in front of the other as we obediently pursue our good God. And we trust what He tells us in Romans 8:28, that: "And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to His purpose."

We trust that He is working for our good even when our circumstances threaten to bury, overwhelm and defeat us. We must remember that our Savior, Jesus Christ, has defeated the grave; he could not be buried, overwhelmed or defeated and as we identify as His, He promises the same for us.

Look forward friends and claim the Light. It beckons you forward.



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