Recipe for Feeding Your Soul {And a Giveaway!}

There’s an amazing series going on over at 5 Minutes for Faith. Through Mother’s Day, we are each writing about what we have learned from the mother figures in our lives. How we saw Christ through them, or what aspects we strive to emulate them in.

Today, I’m there sharing about how I learned a valuable lesson from my Great-Grandma V. May I put it into practice every day–this ultimate recipe. This formula for keeping my soul fed.

Won’t you stop by? If not for that, you will want to see the fabulous Lisa Leonard Giveaway we have going with it! I wear her handiwork on my neck and am sure you or someone you know would love to do the same! Stop on by and see! Simply click on the button below:

How about you, friend? How do you like to feed your soul? Letting me know in comments over at 5 Minutes for Faith will enter you in the giveaway. If you don’t want to enter, you may share with me here. I’d love to hear.

Thanks for sharing your time with me.

Simply striving,


Thank You, Son ~ the Mother’s Day Version

You are only 4 and yet you’re already four. And some day you will no longer grow tired of me saying things like that. One day you will agree. You’ll see time as fleeting, unforgiving, relentless. And yet it’s a precious gift not to be taken lightly. For each day holds blessings given to us by our loving Heavenly Father. And the gift of time to unwrap each one given is sacred. Noteworthy. Praiseworthy.

In a few sunrises, we’ll celebrate Mother’s Day. And your dad will make a big deal about ensuring you know to treat me extra special. He will act like it’s my birthday and we’ll celebrate it with treasured family.

Dad will encourage you to wish me a Happy Mother’s Day. I’ll smile wide and say thank you. And when you give me a big squeeze, I’ll hold on a little longer so I can whisper love into your ear. I’ll soak in the moment and enjoy the time given to carry this title.

Son, it has been my greatest gift to date. One I wouldn’t trade for anything. And it’s because God gave me you that I received this astounding blessing.

You are a gift. One worth saying thanks for each day. So know when I say “Thank you” on Mother’s Day, what I’m really saying is:

  • Thank you for showing me how much love I’m capable of.
  • Thank you for revealing strengths I didn’t know I had.
  • Thank you for causing me to deal with fears I didn’t even know existed.
  • Thank you for increasing my prayer life.
  • Thank you for turning my dreams into reality.
  • Thank you for changing judgements to compassion.
  • Thank you for humbling me. Every day.
  • Thank you for letting me see the love of my life as a father.
  • Thank you for encouraging me to strive harder at being my best self.
  • Thank you for enabling me to see my Savior more clearly.
  • Thank you for giving me sleepless nights and carefree days.
  • Thank you for complimenting my cooking.
  • Thank you for making me realize how much God loves me.
  • Thank you for trying to be good. For being eager to learn.
  • Thank you for questioning when you don’t understand.
  • Thank you for tickling me in the mornings.
  • Thank you for allowing me to smother you with kisses at night.
  • Thank you for singing with me and for being my dance partner.
  • Thank you for playing board games with me.
  • Thank you for making me laugh until my sides burn.
  • Thank you for showering me with joy.
  • Thank you for spending your time with me.
  • Thank you for giving me the title of mom.

Thank you for being you. My precious boy. My pride and joy.

And Father, I say it every day and yet I don’t say it enough. Thank You. For this time right here right now. What love. What grace. What joy! Thank You. For gifting me with Your child. For making me a mom.

How about you? What are you most thankful for as a mother? Or what are you most thankful for about your own mother? I’d love to hear.

Thanks for sharing your time with me.

Simply striving,


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Inspired Utterance ~ The Mother’s Day Version

I spread the middle open wide. It’s worn binding no longer groans with the task. There’s Proverbs, and I turn to the last chapter. My journal is now opened to the next clear page, my fingers curled around my favorite pen. One last silent prayer and I’m ready to begin. This I must do.

When I chose my one word for 2012, I knew this was something I needed to overcome. To hold myself accountable, I posted it on my blogging bucket list. Because I determined the first step was proclaiming it. This unspoken fear I have of Proverbs 31. The fear that I don’t measure up. That I might not even know what character I am let alone noble.

After much prayer, I decide to read it slow, asking with each sentence for His Spirit to speak to mine. And if there’s one thing I’ve learned in recent years, it’s this:

If I show up, He does too.
If I come to Him with hands unclenched, He readily grabs hold.
And never lets go.

Today was no different. Except for one thing: His agenda was different from mine. You see, He stopped me at the first verse. Before the description of the woman even began.

The sayings of King Lemuel—an inspired utterance
his mother taught him.
Proverbs 31:1 NIV

My eyes wouldn’t move passed it. They read it over and over and over:

“inspired utterance…his mother taught him.”

In the Book of the Bible that is considered wisdom-packed. Where men of God, generally of higher stature, share wisdom they’ve gained with us. This King thought it was important to mention he learned his wise words from his own mother.

She was the reason his words were of importance. Why his words are remembered centuries later.

His mother. She taught him.

My intentions were thrown aside. Instead of listing lessons learned from the Proverbs 31 woman, my journal gained lessons I’ve learned from my own mother:

  • The comfort of others is more important than your own.
  • A song of praise can uplift any mood.
  • Some things can be forgotten and ignored. Respect is not one of them.
  • Love can be expressed in many forms, but the only way it will be remembered is through your actions. When you lay your own life down.
  • A mother’s work is never done. But always flexible.
  • You don’t have to know all the answers. You just need to be brave enough to ask for them.
  • It’s not where you live but how.
  • All that is required to make something out of nothing is creativity.
  • There is always someone hurting more than you. Help them and your own hurt will be forgotten.
  • A smile is beauty in any language. So take care of yours. And use it.
  • Change is merely a challenge of making your new situation better than your old. Embrace it and you’ll see the silver lining.

Before I knew it, I had listed 22 things. 22 nuggets of wisdom my mother has taught me.

Friends, in the portion of Proverbs 31 that describes the woman of noble character, there are 22 verses.

That’s when I felt it. The giant squeeze of love coming from my Heavenly Father. The whispers of encouragement telling me I’m not far off. In fact, I’m well on my way.

Because my mother taught me.

And now that I am blessed with the same title, I’m striving to pay it forward.

How about you? What has your mother taught you? I’d love to hear.

Might I challenge you to write down 22 things the one you consider mother has taught you this Mother’s Day? Consider it your own inspired utterance…

Thanks for sharing your time with me.

Simply striving,


Mom: I know you’re reading. You might as well know you are getting the complete list of 22 things, with a few narratives, this weekend. Happy Mother’s Day from me with love!

NOTE: This is the first post of a series I still plan on doing: The Woman of Noble Character. The week before Mother’s Day seemed appropriate to share this portion. Any additional posts when done will be added HERE.

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