Rocks in My Wagon: Lights of the South

Sunday, December 13, 2009

Lights of the South

So we made it to Lights of the South tonight, and it was AWESOME!! Shilo even said "That was fantastic!" probably mainly because it wasn't crowded - woohoo! (Everyone else must have decided not to brave the slightly damp 40 degree weather on a school night.) But we didn't have to wait in line to see this guy . . . well worth just that. (Although my 2 youngest children couldn't seem to think of what they wanted for Christmas - good, at least they aren't picky. Except we've been hearing about a certain "pink pewter" (ie pink computer) for a while from Eden. Guess the pressure got to her and her mind went blank.)

And then we did the tractor-pulled hayride through the Christmas lights - (Mommy's favorite part of that was when Eli said "Sit by me Mommy." SURE BUDDY!)

And then a train ride for the kiddos . . .

Eli said his favorite part was the "arsh-ell-ohs" and I'm pretty sure Eden's favorite was playing in the gingerbread house since we could hardly get her out of there. She told everyone to 'retend wash their hands - my sweet little germaphobe.

And Eve said her favorite part was spending time together with the family - I'm gonna have to agree with her on that one.

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Why Rocks?

This is an excerpt from my blog post titled Rocks in My Wagon:

So actually my real reason for liking the name Rocks in My Wagon is because of the book Having a Mary Heart in a Martha World.

There is a story near the beginning of the book that I totally love. It’s better if you read it yourself, but I’ll try a brief synopsis from what I remember.

Basically, there is a person that God asks to carry 3 small rocks in a wagon up to the top of a mountain. The person starts off on the journey very excited and the load is light. But along the way, we’ll just say ’she’ (i.e. Julie) starts trying to help and carry other people’s rocks too - first small ones, then bigger ones, heavier ones. Next thing you know she is worn out and can’t get up the mountain (and wondering why God asked her to do this when she can’t).

I remember sharing with the group of girls I was with (loved that Bradford J Team) that I felt like my wagon was not only full but sitting on top of me. At the time, I think I had pretty recently gotten new house, new job, and new baby #2 (our sweet little Eden was NOT a fun delivery OR newborn - I think we were both crying quite a bit!) New baby meant maternity leave which meant no pay check (hence more DEBT). It was all a little over-whelming.

But anyway, the point is that I had to dump out the wagon full of all the rocks that I had been trying to pull and focus on only the rocks God wanted me to carry. At that time, there were 3 rocks with the names Shilo, Eve, and Eden. Not everything else. Not everyone else - not every patient I saw - not every need that needed to be filled. So now my wagon has a rock named Eli too, but it is all still much lighter and much easier to pull. And I am headed back up that mountain joyfully again.

Matthew 11:28-30 “Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.”

Rocks in My Wagon

Sunday, December 13, 2009

Lights of the South

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