Memoirs of a Moorings

Lunch Box Love

This morning I scribbled this note on a napkin and stuck it in my kindergartner's lunch--not thinking much of it.

I got word from his Sis. T, the boys daycare provider, that when he got in after school he said that the napkin note "was very sweet of mommy." She also let me know he said that seeing the note made him think of me. Awwww...

This afternoon as I was cleaning his lunch box out I saw the note still there--used--but still there. Who knew that a few scribbles on a napkin would touch both of our hearts.

Like Playdoh in the Master's Hand

"And yet, O Lord, you are our Father. We are the clay, and you are the potter. We all are formed by your hand." Isaiah 64:8

Lately, I've been feeling very unpliable in the Master's Hand.

Unbending.

Unyielding.

It's a most uncomfortable place to be...especially when you know you need to just loosen up, let go and let God do the molding.

Romans 8:29-30 says in The Message version of the Bible: "God knew what He was doing from the very beginning. He decided from the outset to SHAPE the lives of those who love Him along the same lines as the life of his Son. The Son stands first in the line of humanity He restored. We see the original and intended SHAPE of our lives there in Him."

For those of us who are born again, we are being shaped into the very image of Jesus.
No easy feat or us to endure.

We, who were born into sin, are being shaped into the image of the One who knew no sin. 

What?!

Easy stuff for God. Hard for us because we tend to think our cleaned up, baptized, sanctified selves are just fine. What further work could possibly need to be done? That pattern of the world, that cloth that we were cut from, needs to be worked out of us. Because we weren't designed according to the pattern of this world.

I think back to my 5-year-old's fascination with Playdoh a couple of years back. He'd poke it, prod it, flatten it, slam it with his hand--all with the hopes that it would be shaped into the image in his mind's eye. And when he couldn't get it quite right, he'd hand it over to me where I'd further poke and prod until finally it met approval from both of us.

In just the same way, God has an image He's forming us into. He knows what the finished product is to look like. How much it needs to be bent and shaped. We are the ones who are clueless. So all the prodding and reshaping can seem like torture....maybe even sometimes like God doesn't care.

But, oh! How much He cares. So much so that He won't let our unyieldingness hinder Him from shaping every silhouette of our lives.

My prayer of late is that I stop being so stiff in God's hand and so hard-hearted towards what He's trying to do in me. In the end, I'm sure I'll be surprised at the masterpiece that He'll unfold after all the shaping and re-shaping takes place.

Last Week's Bento Box Lunches ~ Sept 30-Oct 2

Life is getting by me.......these are last week's lunches and I have been running late all week so no pictures of this week's lunch. Sad thing too because they were good lunches that he actually ate. These lunches pictured were pretty much a bust because he said they weren't warm enough. So I ended up buying him a thermos and another microwaveable container where you heat up the food, cover it and it stays warm. I tried it myself and it worked. I'll try to post photos of them soon.

For this lunch below, he ate all the fruit and some of the stuffed muffin. But the carrots and pizza were untouched. Who would pass up pizza? Such a picky kid this child is!

 

This lunch went over pretty well...the only thing he didn't eat were the Cheez-It crackers.