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Home, Home on the range....Coffee for Your Heart, Words of Life Wednesdays

It's Wednesday so I'm linking up with Holley Gerth's Coffee For Your Heart...where we are supposed to write something to encourage others so here's whats on my mind today...

There I am sitting in the play room, surrounded by too many toys and watching baby girl carry a tea pot around and give drink to her dolls...sit on her baby seat like little Miss Muffet...
I decide we are in need of some entertainment so I pull out an old folk song book I find stuffed in the bookshelf.  Its familiar, my mom used to regularly sing with this book in hand...
I thumb through colorful, silly pictures...
I belt out loudly, "I've been working on the rail road..." and watch brown eyes light and baby girl smile..
I sound so silly...folk songs are silly and always make you feel like a kid, smile big...not take yourself too seriously... i guess thats whats so endearing about the Hokie Pokie...
We get through Yankee Doodle and yellow roses of Texas...
I'm almost done with my off tune solo and I flip to one of the last songs... Home on the Range...
I remember my mom singing this silly song...I always envision a lonely cowboy with a wide brimmed hat and lasso, getting his pony and riding off into the rosy dusk back to the ranch...
I start to croon her with one more bit of silliness..and I stop singing... I have a little, quiet epiphany...
Home, Home on the Range where the deer and the antelope play....where seldom is heard a discouraging word and the sky is  not cloudy all day....
Hmmm.... where seldom is heard a discouraging word....I let those lyrics soak into me...
Is my home like that?  A mama is really the heart of the home...how often do I speak discouraging words?... I hadn't thought of it like this...
I like that the two lines go together... that a hopeful home where discouragement is rarely present is a home where the sky isn't cloudy...

I realize in reading this ancient cowboy song...that I've got inventory to take...I've got some spring cleaning to do...I've got some discouragement to sweep away...from my tongue and also from my heart...
Most of the times discouragement that comes out of me is really because I'm discouraged inside...
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And I have every reason to be encouraged....
I read it today in my quiet, soul time...
" So do not worry, saying. 'What shall we eat?' or ' What shall we drink?' or 'What shall we wear?'  For the pagans run after all these thing, and your Heavenly Father knows you need them."  (Matthew 6)
I have every reason to be hopeful and full of encouragement...My Heavenly Father knows what I need already and is promising to provide if I only seek Him first....
I want my talk to be full of faith and courage...hopeful talk, so that my kids and husband's faith soar...instead of flat lines because of my lack of courage and vision...

I want to make sure that my heart is brilliant sunshine, my eyes aren't clouded over by grown up worries...that home is where dreams are nurtured and believed in by everyone...where seldom is heard my discouraging words....

And that's my quiet epiphany in a play room with stuffed animals and a songbook...
May my smiles spark smiles...ignite hope

Comments

  1. So, incredibly, beautiful. I want discouraging words to be absent from my lips. That my girls hear encouragement and love. Thank you so much for the beautiful reminder, mama. You don't know how much I appreciate it.

    This was the scripture I read today from Psalms. Ps 19:15 : Let the words of my mouth be acceptable, the thoughts of my heart before you, LORD, my rock and my redeemer. ~Jenna // A Mama Collective

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  2. Summer, I love this post! I am so encouraged by your epiphany that it has caused me to take a second glance at my own words, and to the scriptures. I want my home to always be the resting place of hope and encouragement for my people. Thanks for the reminder today!
    Pleasant words are a honeycomb, sweet to the soul, and healing to the bones. Proverbs 16:24

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  3. So glad I'm here from Holley's today. This was, indeed, encouraging. Lots of wisdom in that old folk song!

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  4. Beautiful and so true. Our job as moms is to set the tone, and I certainly don't set a good one all the time. Thank you for the reminder to be sunshine!

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