Be still ... two simple words, so much power.

The Lord said "be still." Do not worry, do not get in the fray, the battle, the fight. Even when we stand up for what we believe, how do we come across? Judgmental, sarcastic, bitter ... to another person, group, belief, side. Even when we think we are right and standing up for what is right, it doesn't always come across that way.

The Lord said to be still and cast our worries on Him. Let Him fight the fight. Not me. Not us.

I am a fixer. I want to fix things, situations, people. Felt like the message was directed right at me. I was convicted.

I've been emotional (or as my family says, crazy! ha-ha!!!). Started with the "be still" message at church. It hit home. Now thoughts of the kiddos, growing up, gaining bits of independence. All good, all right. But tough at moments on a moms heart.

I've been thinking about Bub ... a little boy, holding my hand, leading me through the day. Our adventures. He means the world to me ... And as he grows and starts venturing out in the world all I can do is pray. Pray for his heart, his walk, his choices, his hope. I know he's grounded. I know what he believes. I know he's strong. But I know the world can come bearing down on all of us.

As we drove home from school he brought up a topic that I was certainly not prepared for. I truly nearly rear-ended the car ahead of us! But we talked. He had his own convictions on the subject. Then we laughed ... I feel like I am growing up with him.

Pie decided to audition for the school talent show. Hard to believe. She is shy, doesn't like the attention on her. So when she came home with this idea, we were shocked. She was going to play the piano and sing. So for the past month she rehearsed and rehearsed. She sounded beautiful. Audition day came. Excitement ... at least until we arrived back at school and it was her turn. That shyness took over and the look of terror on her sweet little face as we walked on the stage. There was no pressure put on her, except for what she placed herself. We left ...

Back home all she wanted to do was snuggle. We did. And we talked. We talked about wanting to do things but being a little scared or nervous. We talked about having butterflies on your tummy. She said there were butterflies in her whole body!

We have all been in those situations. I know I have more than I can count. And at some point we all have to learn to deal with the butterflies ... and how to overcome them.  But I guess not at 6 years old.
Oh sweet girl ...

I tucked Pie into bed with her favorite stuffed animal and our dog Tucker. We listened to "Paddington" on tape and read along. She dosed off before it was over ...

I tucked Bub in as well. A little different ... we read together (each our own book), chat and I rub his back. Tonight he dosed before I left ...

I guess my kids still lead me around my day ... perhaps not by  my hand so much, but by my heart.
The house is silent, peaceful ...