Olympiapark, Munich, Germany. by Diego Delso
Good morning, beloved,
Yesterday was a museum day. Two of my children were given a blessing and taken to the Field Museum of Chicago. After weighing my options, as much as I would have LOVED to go to the Field, I chose a different adventure for my other sweets: Kenosha Museums. I must tell you, I grew up going to the Science and Industry Museum, the Aquarium, the Field Museum, huge museums that could not, on my best day, be covered in one day. Chicago knows how to do museums. However, when I was growing up the museums were free. They are, now, most certainly not. Yes, they have free days. My kids have grown up similarly.
So when, I realized the first museum was not going to take us the day. I began scrambling. In fact, as we strolled through the first museum, discussing and admiring, I tried to slow them down. A LOT. Oh, let’s look here. I began reading all of the wall posts. Asking pertinent questions. Luke, however, was not having it. L: Can we see more, Mom? Me: How about you open that little door and see what is in there? (opens door, nods, closes door..) L: Nice. Can we move on? Me: Sigh.
As we finished at the first museum, I told them as such. They stared back, confused. We are done? What we had expected in the museum, based on previous experiences, did not match what was before us. Were they sad or crying? Mercy, no. In fact, the museum was well done. They enjoyed, they just thought there must be more. We all knew it was a gift to be here. One month ago, I could never, ever have coped with this outing. My head and ear issues would have not allowed such an event. I did this day so much differently then I would have at the beginning of the school year. We sat and admired the view of Lake Michigan.
We stopped and discussed the written bits all over the museum about how old the earth is, how evolution brought us to where we are today, etc. I stopped my boys and talked about the Lord and His handprint on creation. Did God‘s word say it differently? Creator God, author…
We sat and watched the little movies and discussed our worldview as compared to the movie. It was exciting to hear them discuss and remember the truths of His word. I stopped, I listened, I watched. I didn’t rush. A small museum helped me be able to do this. I held their hands. I touched their faces. I enjoyed just being with them. They didn’t have to worry about me. Well, I take that back, Mom, we are going to sit?? We never do that at museums. LOL. We do now!
I could not walk through that museum without making sure to bring authorship of each animal, bone, plant, person to the correct source. The King of Kings.
How often do you stop, press the pause button on the craziness of life, and breath in? Breath out.
Sunday’s sermon is still ringing in my ears, Psalm 73, please take some time and listen here. These verses hold me up. He loves me and holds tight to our hand. Me! No matter, He loves us passionately.
Psalm 73: 23 But I am always with you [C in covenant relationship];
you have held my ·hand [L right hand; C guiding him].
24 You guide me with your advice,
and later you will receive me in ·honor [glory; C perhaps in the afterlife].
25 ·I have no one [L Whom do I have…?] in heaven but you;
I ·want [desire] nothing on earth besides you.
26 My body and my ·mind [heart] may become weak,
but God is ·my strength [L the rock of my heart].
He is ·mine [L my portion] forever.
My thankfuls:
100. I am thankful to God for the gift of thanksgiving. It is changing me.
101. I am thankful for my pause yesterday.
102. I am thankful for small museums that help me remember to pause.
Pray on. Pray on.
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