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Spring in the Mountains Once Again

I originally posted this a few years ago but with Spring in the air, I felt the nudge to share it again!

I grew up in the mountains of eastern, Kentucky.  A small, coal mining town called Hazard was home to me from the time I was 7 years old until I got married and moved away.  Even now, when I say, “I want to go home,” it is to those Appalachian mountains that I refer.

 

 

I love the sea and all things related to oceans but my first love, the place that grounded me and shaped me, was a wood-sided home, on top of a 4,000 feet tall mountain, that belonged to my parents, Dean and Linda Crawford.

There are so many things I love about the corner of the world I call home.  Among the things I most treasure is that the mountains display the changing of the seasons like no other landscape can display.  When snow-covered, the mountains appear majestic and pristine; clouds of smoke from coal-fired stoves and furnaces permeate the air signaling warmth and comfort.  When fall colors blend to make a beautiful portrait, the mountains are breathtaking; the air crisp and cool in the evenings, perfect for porch swinging and visiting.  When summer comes and the trees are full, the mountains appears as  a sea of solid green; lakes are filled with boats and riverbanks with fishing poles.

But, it is in the spring that the mountains most reveal the power of nature and the beauty of the Lord.  When awakened from their winter slumber, the underbrush begins to come to life with faint, ever-so-light whispers of green.  Soon, the dogwood and red bud trees sprout their blooms and dot the hills with just enough color to let us know that change is on the way.  Days pass and gentle breezes blow through the trees as they adorn more and more leaves and buds until finally, cool shelter is ready to spread its arms against the coming summer heat.  The swaying of the weeping willow trees is especially dear to my heart as they remind me of spring days spent planting the garden with my Ninnie and Papaw at Aunt Fannie’s house over on Willard.  Rows and rows and more rows of potatoes.  And the garden we planted at Otis and Florence’s house on top of Spencer’s Fork.  Oh, and picking blackberries, but that was later in the summer and right now we are supposed to be talking about spring in the mountains.

Many years ago, I wrote a poem called, “The Place I Call Home.”  I was 18 at the time and had just moved away from those mountains which beckoned me home every weekend that I had opportunity to go.  I’m twenty-five years and three hundred miles away now, yet so many things in the spring remind me of the mountains…the chirp of birds welcoming their young into the nest, the songs of frogs in the evening hours, the red birds that glide freely and the woodpeckers that busy themselves all day providing music to my ears.  The mountains remind me of God.  In the busyness of our days, He is always there, waiting to be noticed, wanting to be enjoyed, and longing to be loved.  Thank you, Lord, for the gift of nature.  Giving us life was enough, giving us eternity was unimaginable and giving us nature and a beautiful earth to enjoy while we wait to join you is gracious.

Enjoy the Poem and Happy Spring from My Heart,

Renee (the beautiful photography on this page was taken by Michelle Delgado)

The Place I Call Home

If you’ll allow me please, I’ll reminisce,

About the place that so often I miss.

It’s the land I‘ve called home for many years,

Where memories bring joy and sometimes tears.

It’s in the heart of eastern Kentucky,

Where black coal mines are the main industry.

A town called Hazard, built among mountains,

Better known to most as  Appalachians.

One spot stands out above all of the rest,

It’s where my parents chose to rear their nest.

A home that to me seemed fit for a king,

Where at any hour nature would sing.

For the robins, crickets, woodpeckers too,

Each performed their own role, our lives to soothe.

Life is the mountains is still known as free;

Nature breeds life miraculously.

For on this Mountain, the place I call home,

Stands the simple paradise where I come;

To feel a part of those who love me most.

Friends and family make up this great host.

This Mountain I call home will always be

Preserved and harbored by the memories,

Of days yet to come and the years gone by.

For this brief moment, the Mountain is mine.

When Life Bends the Willow Tree

Sunday Scripture

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He took also of the seed of the land, and planted it in a fruitful field; he placed it by great waters, and set it as a willow tree.

Ezekiel 17:5

Willows are my favorite tree. I love how their branches hang low and sway with the gentlest of winds. They are beautiful. And even when the winds pick up and other limbs and branches break, the willow just keeps swaying. Life blows trouble and challenges our way. May we, like the willow, sway when it hurts, yet remain firmly planted in the grace of God knowing that no wind can come our way outside of God’s watch care.
Renee Parris

The Inner Circle of Home

I adore family.  I love the word, the model, the concept, and the people that make up the unit known as family in my life.  There are all sorts of feelings conjured from just saying the word: haven, safety, acceptance, love, friendship, trust, and respect.

My husband and our two birth children.

My husband and our two birth children.

Outside of the redemptive grace of Jesus, I believe God’s greatest gift to me was the family He placed me in as a baby and to which He added when I married and had children of my own.  God has allowed us to love a host of children and young people through the years, many who become part of the fabric of our family quilt.

Our "heart' daughter, Mechell

Our “heart’ daughter, Mechell

Family is an inner circle of people from whom we cannot hide our true selves.  They see us for who we really are; faults, failures, successes, pains, achievements, all things good and bad.

Our daughter and our Nanny, Michelle

Our daughter and our Nanny, Michelle

That model of an inner circle is duplicated in society.  A president has a cabinet, a king has a court, a CEO has senior staff members, a school principal has teachers, and a sports manager has coaching staff.  On and on it goes.

I’m sharing about our home and family over at momheart.org today.  To continue reading go to…

http://www.momheart.org/2013/04/the-inner-circle-of-home/

God’s Grace Shone Brilliantly

Celebrating 9 years of birthday breakfasts!

Celebrating 9 years of birthday breakfasts!

On this day, nine years ago, God’s grace shone brilliantly to our family.  In an operating room at the University of North Carolina in Chapel Hill, grace met fear and overcame 19 years of our heart cries for a normal, healthy child.  Spencer Michael came into the world after sharing a growing and nesting place in my womb for 36 weeks and in my heart for always.  For months God had allowed him to be ours and now he was being shared with the world and what a day that was.

After a dreaded and fear-filled caesarean birth, he was whisked away while I endured another surgical procedure and he was assessed.  He was allowed to be brought to my recovery room for less than an hour before we all noticed that breathing was taking more effort than it should and he was admitted to the neonatal intensive care unit and diagnosed with immature lung function and pneumonia.  He remained in that NICU for the next 9 days that seemed like a span of eternity because of our previous experiences.

The day we drove away from the hospital without him, was perhaps one of the deepest, darkest, moments of my life.  I had been in this same space six times.  Six pregnancies and never one time had I been discharged with a baby to take home.  How I had dreamed and longed to be one of those moms who was put in a wheelchair, juggling flowers, luggage, gifts, and a bundle wrapped in blue or pink while passersby smiled and offered congratulations.  Instead, I was in a wheelchair, alone, being whisked into my mother’s car and I cried all the way home.

Me and Spencer at Kure Beach

Arriving home, I found my father-in-law and sister-in-law planting a flower garden in Spencer’s honor and many members of my family who had come to celebrate with us.  Their support was amazing and in the next nine days, Spencer grew and healed and then it was home-coming day!  WHAT A DAY!  Dressed in a light blue, sailboat outfit, he came home to a room decorated in a sailboat theme with the words “Captain Spencer” painted on the wall.  And then, surprising to no one who truly know us, we took him to the beach the very next day.  A beach trip is required initiation into the Parris family.

Spencer...God's amazing gift to us.

Spencer…God’s amazing gift to us.

For at the water’s edge, we are most at home.

So much like his daddy!

So much like his daddy!

I am sure the feelings of parenthood are common but often I wonder if anyone can possibly love as deeply as I love this boy (and his sister).  He truly is God’s gift of grace in the flesh to our home.  Spencer has added so much to our family.  He is compassion, joy, laughter, and fun.  God wired him perfectly to be a sister to Emma Grace.

Sometimes we just need to be embraced!

Sometimes we just need to be embraced!

He is very gentle and understanding of her special needs.

The bond of siblings is a beautiful thing.

The bond of siblings is a beautiful thing.

God designed him with his daddy’s intelligence and his momma’s tender heartedness.

I could never fully express how this little boy has healed my heart on so many levels and in so many ways.  He truly is God's human touch in my life.

I could never fully express how this little boy has healed my heart on so many levels and in so many ways. He truly is God’s human touch in my life.

Spencer’s favorite Bible verse is Jeremiah 29:11 “For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, saith the LORD, thoughts of peace, and not of evil, to give you an expected end.”  He quotes that verse often and I pray He will always remember the truth of that verse.  God created and equipped him to do a great work in his generation.  We are so blessed to be able to share the journey with him.

We four...are one!

We four…are one!

God is so gracious in giving us our hearts desires.  Often not in the time or way we would prefer but always in the time and way that is perfect according to His plan.

A perfect blend of fun, adventure, and sweetness.

A perfect blend of fun, adventure, and sweetness.

Thank you, Lord, for shining your grace so brilliantly in our lives nine years ago.

Desperate Book Study: Chapter One

To the readers of my blog: I’m leading a book study and will be using this space to review each chapter.  I will continue to post other topics here as always but about once a week for the next several weeks, a Chapter Review will appear.  Please feel free to share it with any of your friends, but especially those who parent children with special needs or chronic illnesses.  It will also give you a glimpse into my heart on our journey of parenting the children God has placed in our home and care.

DESPERATE – HOPE for the MOM Who Needs to Breathe

By: Sarah Mae & Sally Clarkson

Book Study: Chapter One

Study Guided by Renée Parris

Geared to parents of special needs or chronically ill children

In following the format of the book, my thoughts will be put into the format of a letter to you, the reader.  Any direct quote(s) from the book will be in italics.  All other words are my gifts to you.

This book study can be applied to parents of all ages, personalities, and types of children.  However, my main focus is to address the parents with special needs children.  For the sake of simplification, I will address our special needs children as “specials” and our children without special needs as “normals.”

Here we go with an overview of Chapter One.

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My dear friend,

I prayed for you today!  I do not know what your day has brought thus far at the time of this writing or what the day will look like when you choose to read this chapter review.  But, I prayed that you will feel loved in the knowledge that you are not alone on this journey of mothering and that someone has breathed your family’s situation before the throne of Heaven.  I asked the Lord to give peace, comfort, wisdom, and grace to every single person who will read this and to work as only He can in your family.

Sarah Mae begins Chapter One by describing what motherhood looked like in her mind, back before she actually had children.  She says, “I knew how it was going to be because I was going to create that picture.  The vision was fixed in my mind and my heart, the vision of the woman, wife, and mama I was going to be.”  Speaking about her own mother she says, “My mom was the opposite of my dream….she wasn’t bad, she was wounded…I loved her, I just didn’t want to be her.”

Then motherhood happened, dreams became reality, and she realized, “The days became long and impossible.  Taking care of my children was too hard.  Being a good wife was too hard.  Cleaning, creating life, living…was just too hard.”

Does that sound familiar to anyone besides me?  Most people I know would agree that parenting is the hardest job, by far, that we will ever do in this lifetime.  Add to that, the quirks, complexities, and challenges of a child with chronic illness, handicaps, emotional issues, unexplained behaviors and well, honestly, most days we fall into bed physically, spiritually, and emotionally depleted.

A lesson that was difficult for me to learn and that Sarah Mae echoes is the impossibility of being the Good Housekeeping mom of the 50’s because that is not our personality type, despite our appreciation of that image.  She says, “I didn’t take into account my personality, my weaknesses, and my strengths.  I just chose an image and purposed to be that image.  I didn’t purpose to be Sarah Mae, a unique individual with gifts and talents from God.  Without a realistic vision, I was crushed before the season of motherhood even began.”

Oh, how I can relate to her honesty.  I had it all figured out UNTIL our daughter was born with more medical complications than I could pronounce, understand and wrap my mind around.  I quickly learned that all the planning, love, and dreaming meant nothing if I didn’t have God’s help in navigating this world of motherhood.  I, too, would be an utter failure trying to live out an unrealistic dream that didn’t match my personality and the gifts God had given that were unique to me.  I had to learn who I was in Christ first, then what that meant as a mother and how that would show up in our home on a day-to-day basis.  Talk about needing an outpouring of grace on a daily basis!

Now, let’s look at Sally’s introduction to motherhood.  This amazing lady whom I love dearly and has shaped my view of motherhood more than any other person also had a vision of motherhood that didn’t quite match the reality she was given through the birth of her firstborn child, Sarah.  Sally recalls of her first encounter with childbirth, “Twenty-two straight hours of labor and more pain than I thought possible.”  Sarah’s was a rough birth as you can read about in the book.  Then, “It seemed so much more of a miracle to me than I ever had imagined.  I fell in love instantly.”

For all mothers there is that moment when maternal love floods through every fiber of our being and replaces all the strands of what we thought was love with a cord that cannot be broken.  It is the tie that binds.

Just a few minutes into her career as a mother, a nurse came to take Sarah away stating that her APGAR scores were not what they should have been, her lungs were filled with meconium and she was not breathing very well.  Sally remembers, “I felt the intense pain of heartbreak, of having nothing but the sadness of empty hands.  This was hardly the entrance into motherhood of which I had longed dreamed.”

Knowing the Clarkson family personally, I know some of what they have endured with their children having physical illness, asthma, ADHD, OCD, and other issues.  She has lived for many years with issues that many of us moms deal with day in and day out.  Mirroring what so many of us feel, she says, “Fear flooded my heart, and the insecure thoughts began to surge in.  What if I don’t know how to take care of her?  What if she gets pneumonia?  Anxiety wrapped around my whole being and sent me into a hole of insecurity.”

What I admire about Sally is that she dealt gracefully with the puzzle pieces God gave her and now that her children are young adults, we can see the beautiful puzzle that God planned to be the Clarkson family.

On pages 9-11, Sally says so many wonderful things about God’s design for motherhood and here are some of my favorites:

“In keeping with His character, He must have intended something beautiful in creating a woman with this ability to give life, nurture with love, and cultivate the soul of a precious human being entrusted into her hands.”

 “I am quite confident that He who designed this role to be so eternally significant is the one who is ready to help, support, instruct, and guide.  He will provide all we need for the task He has given us to fulfill.”

 “To hear from God, we must become women of the Word and women who pray so that His voice may lead us as we grow into this role with grace.”

 “I caught a glimpse of God’s longing to teach me more about His ways and His grace as I accepted this gift He had given into my keeping, my very own little girl.”

I’m quite sure I never understood the depths of or the spiritual importance of motherhood before I was a mother.  It is a ministry with eternal ramifications.  Sally reminds us that “Many of us have never been taught to believe that someday we will have to give an account to God, face-to-face, for the spiritual, emotional, and moral work that we steward in the lives of our children.”

 “As I searched Scripture as a young mom, I began to catch a glimpse of the profound meaning imbued by God into the home environment.  My home then became my kingdom over which I longed to rule well as I was crafting lives, my own children, for His glory.”

Since many of you who are reading this review are parents to special needs children, you will understand how some of these statements affect us differently than they do as it relates to parenting “normal” children.  Especially the realization that for many of our children we may never truly know what their capacity is for accepting Christ as it relates to eternity nor how much of our training really resonates with their little souls and minds that are often locked inside a body that doesn’t function like the masses function.  This has been a particularly difficult struggle in my own life.  What does discipline look like for a handicapped child?  Does God expect me to train my “special” one the same way as my “normal” one?  While one is being prepared to go out into the world equipped with the belief that he was sent to do a great work for God in his generation, the other will most likely remain in my care until God calls me home.  She will not be sent out from our home.  What is God’s plan for her?  Whispering the truths of God into her soul looks very different from it does for our son.  This makes parenting all the more challenging.  Yet I know that God divinely chose these particular children and placed them into our home so the need to seek His will and wisdom increases in my walk with Him.

There are many times when God’s answers to our prayers do match our requests for His interventions.  During those times we need extra faith to believe and grace to accept that His ways are always best though His choices for us seldom comes without pain.  There is such peace though in the surrender that comes in giving Him the right to work on our behalf.  Sort of like free-falling and trusting that someone will catch you.

Let me close this chapter review with one more quote from Sally.  “I was just beginning to grasp how profound God had created the role of a mother to be.”

I love that…it is a profound calling.  I’m so thrilled God counted me worthy and gave that calling to me.  For many years as we struggled with infertility and loss, I didn’t believe I would ever know the joy of actually holding a child in my arms, nurturing the physical needs of a human being, training a young mind, and pouring into an eternal soul love that I only dreamed existed but never fully understood.

Bless you as you read this week.  I’m looking forward to our next study: Chapter Two.

Renée Parris

God Hurt My Feelings

This may be the most honest and transparent blog post I’ve ever written and I shared it at momheart.org today.

God Hurt My Feelings

April 2, 2013 by 

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When I was in charge of the dream, back before it was a reality, life was perfect.

I was minding my own business, living out my agenda and then…

God’s decision slammed into my day altering my reality and my feelings were very hurt.

I love Him, I trust His sovereignty but there are weak, fleeting moments when I am not sure I like Him.

He makes choices without consulting me. He does not even ask my opinion much less, it seems, take it into consideration. He hurts my feelings on a regular basis and I tell Him when He does. I sure take Him up on His words in 1 Peter 5:7 when He said, “Casting all your care upon him; for he careth for you.” I just happen to believe that “all your care” includes hurt feelings and disappointments.

David, who was a man after God’s own heart, tells us in Psalms 42:3-4, “My tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually say unto me, Where is thy God? When I remember these things, I pour out my soul in me.” David certainly told God when he was disappointed, in despair, discouraged and despondent.

I pour out my heart to God often. Oh, I have my times of praise and worship. I have scheduled sessions of thanksgiving and ways of expressing gratitude. But sometimes when I am just downright annoyed with Him, well, I tell Him that as well.

To read the rest of the article, click on the link below to go over to Mom Heart…

http://www.momheart.org/2013/04/god-hurt-my-feelings/

Thank you for “hearing my heartbeat.”  Your friendship and support means so much to me.

The Journey for Jesus

The Birth of Spring!(Photo Credit: Michelle Delgado)

The Birth of Spring!
(Photo Credit: Michelle Delgado)

This is Easter weekend and for much of the world, our mind and attention will be drawn back over 2,000 to an event that changed history and set the course of the world on a new path.  The death, burial and resurrection of Jesus is inscribed in history and despite the attempts of culture to minimize its significance, it is the single most important weekend in history, as it pertains to eternity.  Without this weekend, there is no hope of salvation.  When our last breath on earth becomes our first breath in Heaven for those who accept and believe that this weekend was God’s gift of redemption to the world, new life will begin.

The story-teller is me wonders what the details were of that weekend.  What was the weather like?  What flowers were blooming on the cusp of springtime?  What went through the minds of women and children standing at the foot of the cross and seeing things that even the strongest of men shouldn’t have to witness?  Did the next three days and nights pass quickly or did they seem unending for His disciples?  How heavy-hearted was Mary Magdalene as she approached His tomb never expecting to find it empty? How deep and lonely was the grief of Mary, the mother of Jesus?

And what about Jesus?  Yes, on one hand He is God and so in one realm He knew and understood what was happening.  But in His human form, He also felt pain and dread or He would never have said, “Father, let this cup pass from me.”  I wonder what the journey to the cross, to the tomb, from the tomb to Heaven, and then back again were like for Him?

So many unknowns and uncertainties.  Just as there are for us when God chooses to take us on a new path.

Often God takes us on journeys that we do not choose, prefer, or understand. With doubt we question, with fear we resist, with uncertainty we take baby steps.

Perhaps it is a relationship change that has shaken the foundation of your home.  Maybe a job or ministry change where you feel powerless and out of control.  Or it is possible a diagnosis or medical situation has become a reality for you or someone you love and you are struggling with acceptance.  Whatever is causing the unknowns and uncertainties in your life today, may I remind you that walking the path is not a choice but how we walk that path is our choice.

Life happens to each of us.  Unexpected news comes with an incredible sense of bad timing.  Devastating events send us spiraling into a course uncharted.  We struggle to maintain normalcy and become inpatient with those whose world’s do not stop when ours do.

May I remind you that on that day over 2,000 years ago when the sky turned black and the earth stood still and everything physically living about Jesus had died, God was still in control and was still working His plan.

I am so thankful that God’s plans are given to me piece by piece for surely my heart and soul could not grasp it all at once.  He is so patient to lead us gently, especially on the uncertain journeys.

Tomorrow is Sunday…Easter Sunday…a day of Resurrection…of new beginnings!  May it be so in your soul as well.

Renee

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