Lent 31: the Rocking Chair

18 03 2013

Rocking chairs have always held a certain appeal for me. Even the ones that are too high for me to rock in comfortably. When we bought this rocking chair at a garage sale many years ago, I expected many nights of rocking Kajsa to sleep.  Lent 31: the Rocking ChairWhat I didn’t expect was how much she and I would both long for the rocking chair at other times.

It started a couple of years ago when, after a particularly hard day, I carried her to the rocking chair, and simply rocked. I think she was still a little frustrated with me at that point, and wasn’t eager to be rocked. But before long she calmed down. I sang one of our favorite songs (Skidda-ma-rink-a-dink-a-dink, skidda-ma-rink-a-do), and pretty soon she was asleep. The story repeated itself a few times.

Then the story changed. She began asking if I would rock her. And so we rocked. And rocked. We have rocked ourselves calm (that sounds strange) too many times to count. When my five year old or I are having a difficult day, she is often the one to ask to be rocked. The rocking chair has become one of the many methods we use to quiet ourselves, to hug each other, to adjust attitudes and frustrations, and to move on. I love this time.

Reflecting back to last week (!) and the Prodigal Son story, I imagine that God loves the times with us, when we have quieted down, when we allow God to hold and comfort us, and to welcome us back into God’s arms.





Lent 10: Love is OXOX

23 02 2013

I know it’s supposed to mean “Hugs and Kisses”, this statement on the Valentine Kajsa brought home for us last week. But it’s rather cute to also think of love as two oxen. Never thought of it that way before. Oxes are supposedly strong animals, right? So, I suppose one could say, that love IS like an ox. Or two. Love IS that strong–or can be. Lent 10: Love is Ox.I don’t always feel that, or act that, and certainly yesterday, (Friday, Day 10), I was neither feeling nor acting that strong love. I was impatient, quickly frustrated, and taking it out on my daughter who was probably equally impatient and frustrated. Sigh. Some days are like that.

But hopefully my love for others will continue to take steps forward, as far as the level of strength. And, by strength, I guess I really mean how strong I actually am, on the days when I feel weak. In love –especially as it reflects my patience level. Because on those “I’m feeling super weak and frustrated” days, I need to rely more on the ONE who makes me strong in spite of myself. The ONE whose love is the strongest. Stronger, even than hugs and kisses and stronger, even, than two OXen.

Love is, among other things, OXOX.





How often?

23 02 2010

In Luke 13:34, Jesus said, “Jerusalem, Jerusalem, the city that kills the prophets and stones those who are sent to it! How often have I desired to gather your children together as a hen gathers her brood under her wings, and you were not willing!”

How often have I wanted to:

..be gathered safely under God’s wings?

..let God brood over me and those I love?

..feel protected, and completely trust God’s provision?

..be willing to let God gather me?

..wanted to be protected, yet also want to do it myself? Or partly myself?

..have God still gather me, whether or not I’m willing, and whether or not I recognize my willingness or lack thereof?

Tuesday, Feb 23rd

In Luke 13:34, Jesus says to Jerusalem, “Jerusalem, Jerusalem, the city that kills the prophets and stones those who are sent to it! How often have I desired to gather your children together as a hen gathers her brood under her wings, and you were not willing!”

I would hope that my willingness to let God be Mother Hen is greater than that of Jerusalem in Jesus’ day. I would hope. But honestly, there is reality. There is the fact that I am human, and though I am not two-and-a-half like my daughter is, I waffle.. one day I want God’s protection, the next I want to protect myself. Or maybe one minute, and the next minute. And then I waffle back and want God to step in again–but in my timing, of course.

Doesn’t sound like I’m always that willing, does it?

Maybe it’s time do some more trusting of the Mother Hen wings that desire to gather and brood… and let God do it.





when the parents are tired..

12 01 2010

and the toddler plays alone… (but we could both hear her, and knew she wasn’t in any danger) she builds a “bridge” with her books. Either a “bridge” or a “train”. She calls it both. She was more than happy to pick the books up and pile them to the side, before bedtime. And this morning, she was thrilled to start rebuilding her bridge/train.

(By the way, she also loves to read books, and have books read to her. Not only use books as building blocks for a bridge/train.)