Momma's Free Time

Being a new mom, I have to stay on top of my thinking game, because right now the only game I know well is Peek-A-Boo. Baby boy, this is for you, if you ever want your momma to get a PhD or an NP or anything to prove that her brain didn't check out the day you were born. My heart is yours, but my brain, I gotta keep that in line myself.

Saturday, May 27, 2006

Momma and her baby boy

Driving in Boston

I-93 in Boston, a multilane express
Lacks meaning and relevant numbers,
Although it is fast, I guess

To drive in and out of downtown
Without losing one's mind
Requires the loss of mental aquity, as calves cry out in my stick shift

Bad poetry does nothing to suffice
The torture of hours spent
Wasted, staring at the glow of red tail lights

But the sashimi made it all worth while.

"Behold, my Servant whom I have chosen,
my beloved in whom my soul delights.
I will put my Spirit upon him,
and he shall proclaim justice to the Gentiles.
He will not wrangle or cry aloud,
nor will anyone hear his voice in the streets;
he will not break a bruised reed or quench a smoldering flax."
Matthew 12:18-20 (NASB)

So, is it possible to worship the true God apart from a community? My husband and I are having that struggle right now, as finding a church in our city is becoming more of a challenge and frustration is a continuing reality. But we are trying within our family to grow in the knowledge and grace of our Savior, even when accountability is scarce (a precious commodity to me.)

Listening to the Holy Spirit is a bit of a challenge to my (*News Flash*)

But despite that I do my best to obey, but what if your personality isn't meek and you want to be like Jesus...this is my life story. "He will not wrangle or cry aloud" and every word I say could probably be considered large and in charge.

Just some random thoughts from my current devotional life...

Intro, minus the cheese whiz

It is both true and unfortunate that culture stereotypes the freetime of mother's as being spent in the laundry room or the kitchen. In the last few weeks, however, it has become increasingly clear to me that if I am to be the most knowledgeable and giving mother in my capacity I have to think outside the four walls of my home.
So here is my meager attempt at becoming global, intellectual and free-thinking again. Hello world, here comes my baby's Momma.
Thoughts on my mind as I begin this; should my baby receive baptism as an infant or choose it when he is older? How can I develop my skills as a writer? Can life get any better than it already is with a loving husband and infant son? Does it really take having a child to understand the fullness of God's love to his created children (versus, say, his begotten, eternal and "deity" children)? (I do think so, now I think I can see why God was co-spirited with His Son, not a spouse or sibling)
And finally...Who really cares enough to read what I write about? Anyone? Well, we'll see.