Friday, September 2, 2016


Baby crying. Spilled milk and cereal on the floor. Leaking poo from a diaper. A corner of the couch that smells like poo. Big kids arguing about who brought the trash in yesterday and quoting funny Disney movies at the same time. Toddler screaming about a toothbrush. A Kids NOW CD blasting in the background. A grumpapotomous of a mom. Familiar? This is what a lot of our mornings look (and sound) like. 

"What comes into our minds when we think about God is the most important thing about us." -A. W. Tozer

Amidst these "crazy" (a good crazy) and tedious moments, I'm quick in attempting to take control. My flesh wants to simply slap on some Stress Away oil and call it a day. I react out of anger or impatience because I'm being inconvenienced. I'm quick to think of myself rather than the power and completed work of Jesus in our lives. He's everything I'm not, and I've gained an undefiling inheritance that I can rest in. 

For in him all the fulness of God was pleased to dwell, and through him to reconcile all things, whether on earth or in heaven, making peace by the blood of his cross. Colossians 1

For thus says the One who is high and lifted up, who inhabits eternity, whose name is Holy: "I dwell in a high and holy place, and also with him who is of a contrite and lowly spirit, to revive the spirit of the lowly, and to revive the heart of the contrite... I have seen his ways, but I will heal him; I will lead him and restore comfort to him and his mourners, creating the fruit of the lips." Isaiah 57

According to his great mercy, he has caused us to be born again to a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, to an inheritance that is imperishable, undefiled, and unfading, kept in heaven for you, who by God's power are being guarded through faith for a salvation ready to be revealed in the last time. 1 Peter 1

God is peace. Joy. Comfort. Strength. Forgiveness. Healing. And grace. And more grace. I know God is powerful and faithful, yet this does not always drive my actions or attitudes. 

It has been a year since we moved back to Oklahoma (and maybe nearly that long since I've blogged). It's been several years since Tod and I lived here, so it's fun to look back and see where God has directed our family in different seasons. Last September, Tod lost his job in Texas, so we continued praying (a little more intently...) about what to do. We had already been thinking about moving, so we were oddly grateful (and forced) to begin thinking about it more seriously since losing the job. Some of our best friends from Fort Worth had moved up to Oklahoma a few years ago to help with their family's business and to plant a church. This past year, we've been blessed to serve and grow alongside our brothers and sisters in the church. 

The year flew by and we recently welcomed our fourth kiddo (and first Sooner baby), Evie, into the Narcomey squad. Throughout my pregnancy, I was constantly reminded of God's powerful hand in forming our daughter. He makes life grow in our bodies and it's a wonderful thing. It's an amazing thing. I was still a little anxious about what raising four children would be like. The first couple of weeks were a whirlwind adjusting to a new sleep schedule, or lack thereof, but now it seems like we're finally getting into the swing of things. At least I think so. Amidst crazy days and sleepless nights, it's easy to view motherhood as a tedious and inconvenient task, rather than a rewarding and joyful privilege. Reflecting on God's faithfulness and provision this past year has been such an encouragement though. 

"Even as a mother's hands can be filled with troubles, back-breaking work, and frightening unknowns, she is being guarded by God's power through faith for a salvation to be revealed in the future {1 Peter 1:5}. Because of the gospel, we mothers can rejoice as we find our hands full of blessings in Jesus, because all we know is grace."