Author Archives: angie wirthlin

Doing Life

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We are “doing” life, as they say. Trying to maintain our responsibilities and friendships while not altogether well. We have been plagued for a month now. Thomas and Isaiah have been pretty sick. They are on meds and getting better.Its not all bad…sometimes when you have a time of sickness, you realize how nice your life is when you are well. We are all looking forward to being better.

                       I have volunteered for stuff at the kids’ school, and spending a lot of time praying for the ladies retreat at crossroads, thats pretty much all thats been going on. This weekend we will put mums in our window boxes, spend time with friends outdoors, clemson game, and try to enjoy each breath and each day as it comes.

                        Each day brings more of you

                        same old story, brand new truth

                        more and more of you

                         new skins and new wine

                        you are good all the time

                        same old story, yours and mine

a good laugh

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Hey Lauren ! This was my favorite look for myself from yearbookyourself.com!! It takes a little patience, but I was laughing out loud the whole time. I encourage you all to do it too. Save and share your favorite photo of yourself with me. Enjoy all. Ha Ha HA HA ! (do it Erin !!)

Isabelle’s song

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It never fails, when Isabelle writes a song, it makes me cry. It doesn’t always flow, or rhyme. It never has a verse or a bridge. But when she picks up my guitar and strums and sings what is in her heart to the LORD, true worship is acheived.And I am moved.

Here is her latest….

You are the one I’m after in my dreams

thats how it seems…

it makes me want to dance and scream

dance and scream

thats how it seems

your love is like a flower,that hides a bird

and your golden wings shine so bright

thats how it seems

makes me want to dance and scream

I look in the mirror and I see something I’ve never seen before

  I guess its you…thats how it seems

 makes me want to dance and scream, dance and scream

If only every worship song could be this deep or this real. Oh, my isabelly…i love you.

Apple Pie

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Its not like me to skip days of blogging, but things get out of control around here pretty easy. Quick update: Adam had a sub all week, he was happy, Sidney had a good week, Isabelle is away at a roller skating party, Isaiah is doing great, and Thomas drove back and forth to Charlotte everyday this week, he is tired, but looking forward to the game tomorrow.

           I am struggling to give the Lord a portion of my time. I feel like a pie, and by the time everyone has had a bite, there are only crumbs left. Is that enough ??

               I have been writing, and feel like I’m making progress, but nothing feels complete. Its like I have pieces of songs, little pieces of me that are just floating through my head.

                 my darkness held me captive in my own heart

                  until the light found me, and my shame fell apart

        Now I’ll sing of freedom and blue skies…

         of love stories and your blazing eyes

             you loved me always and across time

              you loved me through this sin of mine

            from broken down and blue to beautifully broken before you

                 you love me still

         the  bride is battered, but alive

           true love that waits, but will not be denied

love is a battfield

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I am learning a hard lesson this week. That lesson ?? That I cannot and should not fight all of my childrens battles for them. Sounds easy, feels hard.

                 Adam(almost 11)has a really tough teacher this year. I like tough teachers, I love for him to have a challenge. He is very smart, he is clever, he is kind, and….he has his own opinions. The fifth grade teacher that he has is riding him like a brand new pony that she just got for christmas. (thats hard, in case you didn’t know)And I am having a hard time letting my little light shine. I want to. My spirit is willing, but my flesh is weak. Lucky for me, Rich just preached on raising children. And so I am biting my tongue, instead of fighting the battle, I gave him a plan of strategy. Adam loves war lingo, and all things militant. So we(me and him) are going to think of Mrs.????? as the general. He/I will submit, follow orders, go above and beyond what she asks, and when the time is right and she has a little cold, or a headache He will ask if he can pray for her. And I will be at home in the natural, but with him in spirit holding his arms up in this battle.

                   In the end, I hope he learns that love is patient and kind, slow to anger and eager to find the good in others. Love is a battlefield, and I will give him weapons and armor, but ultimately, He will fight the battle.

school projects

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I don’t know about you, but I get very stressed out when one of my children has a project due. Truly. I worry about it for days in advance, and if it were not for the shame of it….I would complete each and every one on my own. When I say “on my own”, I mean, on my own with Thomas’ help, of course ! Ha Ha ! Tonight, we managed to study for Isabelle’s spelling test, study for Isaiah’s spelling test, complete Isaiah’s family tree project complete with coloring, cutting, glueing, using our neatest handwriting, study for Adam’s social studies and spelling tests (which is like pulling a donkey’s teeth), label a map of Africa for Adam’s challenge class AND do the regular nightly homework. And still had them in bed by 8:40. Except for Adam, who we rewarded for such hard work, by letting him stay up and watch Bill Oreilly interview Barack Obama. Thats just the kind of kid he is. I know…weird.

          All that being said, it is really on my heart to pray for moms that have to work. And to give thanks that I am not in that place right now. I’ve done it, and I felt a great sense of accomplishment when my first paycheck came in. It was nothing compared to the feeling I had tonight when Isaiah finished off his family tree with a big ol tiger paw ! Go Clemson.

Anyway, join me in my prayer. Lord, I lift up families all across our town, our state, what the heck, the nation. I lift up moms. I ask you for superhuman, and supernatural strength, organizational skills, budgeting skills. I pray that their ears would hear even the softest cry. That their voices would be a soft as angel wings landing on their childrens cheeks (please give me this lord). I ask for heightened discernment, a radar that leads them to problems before they become problems. Most of all….JOY. THAT is real strength. Fill them up. There is nothing quite like a joyful mommy. WE CAN RADICALLY CHANGE THE ATMOSPHERE IN OUR HOMES AND IN OUR KIDS HEARTS IF WE CHOOSE TO REJOICE. Good night. Sorry it was so long. Didn’t think it would be when I started.

wasted time

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                   I woke up free, only I couldn’t see

                   so I walked around all day in chains that did not exsist.

                          who am I ? who am I to resist the power in the blood spilled for me ?

                        who am I ? who am I to resist the love in your face. offered so willingly ?

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Feeling ALMOST better. The kids are at school ,even Isaiah! So, that is a good thing. It was a long, lazy weekend. I think I stayed on the couch for most of it, the funny thing is…I’m not sure that I prayed one single time.You know why ?? Because, I was at home, so were my kids, all was well….and I forgot my beloved. Mostly because I didn’t really need him. Painful to think about. I owe him an apology.

                  Good thing is, he is always there waiting. Waiting for me to look his way.

                      I say good morning to the unknown

                       and I fall wih every other step

                      but you’re faithful you’ve shown

   and I’ll trust you ….again today

    and I’ll call you….again today

   and I’ll love you….again today

     and I’ll worship….again today

         and I’ll be here until I hear you say “well done, my sister, my bride!”

     

rough patch

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Things are rough over here at the Wirthlin house. Isaiah has had an upset stomach for 6 days. Sidney watched a boy at school attack another boy 4 feet away from her. Isabelle has found out that when we are all in bad moods, she is Not funny, like she thinks she is. And then there is Adam. Adam cried himself to sleep last night, because when he calls the Lord, he doesnt come. Today, the Lord gave me a word for Adam, maybe its for you, too. He showed me a mother bird chewing on a worm, making it nice and soft before she turned and fed it to her baby bird. The Lord says that it  is time for Adam to search him out. He wants all of Adam’s attention, and I can’t be his sole source of nutrition any longer.  Sad and exciting. I know Adam is up to the challenge, after all he is a growing boy and he is always hungry !