Friday, April 30, 2010

Passing the time on the potty

Before Elizabeth can get off the potty she has to sing a song. This is her current song of choice...

She also memorized her first Bible verse:

"This is the day that the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it." Psalm 118:24

And we let her color...

And this is totally a Cockrell thing. My dad always has his tongue hanging out when he is concentrating. It's a trait that I did. And a trait that she does...

And what the heck is this thing she keeps drawing??!

Thursday, April 29, 2010

My littler girl is getting bigger

Sweet Hannah is now partaking of Rice Cereal. It wasn't anything spectacular to her.

But she clearly likes it more than Elizabeth....

**just for the record, she asked for some and I told her she wouldn't like it. oh, and sorry for the lack of quality (and parenting as seen by Elizabeth on the table)--videoing and feeding is hard.

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Desperate for grace in the thick of discipline

Obey! I noticed I use it like abracadabra to a magic trick. The scenarios typically play out like this: She disobeys, Mama disciplines and at the end I give a heartily, "Obey!" I was genuinely confused why more often than not, she would disobey again to the same offense of which I ‘corrected.'

It was when I found myself desperate by the acknowledgment of my own inability, that God graciously showed me: I don’t notice the supernatural work of grace that takes place when obedience happens. I am too self-sufficient. “I got this,” I often say to myself in midst of 'managing' my sin. This type of self-sufficiency is anti-gospel. Unbelief. Sin.

It shouldn’t be Elizabeth’s disobedience that catches me off guard. Rather, it should be when she obeys. Then I should recognize something going on that is beyond the both of us--a gracious God who has overcome the propensity of her hard heart. Her obedience should lead me to worship,gratitude, humility-- not pride.

Now, when Elizabeth obeys, we try to pray and thank Jesus for that specific grace. It’s a good reminder that there is no such thing as "I got this.” We are desperate for Him.

I’m thankful for the force of God’s sanctifying grace in motherhood. Elizabeth is truly a blessing.

Monday, April 12, 2010

sin, my child, my inability and the reality of the Gospel

Discipline, obedience, sin. These are the topics that cloud my mind. My two year old reminds me most often that the way things are are not the way it's supposed to be. I jokingly say, the more Elizabeth talks the more sassy she gets. It's not a lie. I joke about it to keep myself from crying sometimes. Where did she get this?

Sin. It's so ugly. Elizabeth can just now articulate her disobedience, rather than act it out (though oftentimes it's both). We didn't have to teach her to be a sinner. It's her nature.

And it would be self-righeous of me to stop here and just talk about her sin and not my own. So, I won't. I, too, am selfish, impatient, angry. I know part of what she has learned about sin, she's learned from me. Perhaps that's the thing I hate the most. She is just like me. Our sins, though manifested differently, are very much the same. We are hardheaded, prideful, self-centered cry-babies. We get angry when things don't go our way.

Sweet, Elizabeth, I'm no better than you. When I sing, "we are weak, but he is strong," I mean we, with all my heart. Mama is weak. She is sinful. She needs Jesus. When I see you (and your sister) in all your neediness, I don't stop there. I see my own neediness. I can't make you obey, no matter how much I discipline you. Only Jesus can grace you to see me wise in the gospel. Only He can create in you a new heart. Not Mama.

I love you, but He loves you more. He has done far more than what Mama could ever do for you. He can give you a new heart, despite your sinful nature. He is gracious and good, and cleaning dirty hearts is His expertise.

sword in the radiator

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Our thrill seeker(s)

There isn't a ride at the MOA (mall of america) that Elizabeth is scared of. Thankfully her height limits those she can ride (and an overly protective parents of course.)

Oh, and she loves to climb fences thanks to Orison, our five-year old neighbor. She climbs up on the picnic table and then can straddle the fence all by herself.

And then, the little one...well, she didn't seem too impressed with the thrill of her first time swinging. Though she didn't really feel well, she certainly didn't mind it.