Pressing on...

One morning two blue winged kookaburras descended upon our poinciana tree to our absolute delight.
They were obviously on a mission and no annoying noisy minors were going to deter them from hours, no days actually, of pecking at our date palm tree for lovely bedding for their nest.

The noisy minors incessantly swooped upon them, but the kookaburras persevered in spite of constant opposition and actually remained calm and didn't peck back or anything.

I linger on this today as I have been pondering on what it means to press forward in spite of difficulties and the want to give up or this is too hard...and impress this upon my children' s heart.

Yesterday I asked the Father for an example in the bible of someone showing this spirit of perseverance... so that I may share it with the boys, sow little seeds of truth that I believe they will one day, take hold of and live out daily...it is a journey and a slow one sometimes, but I'm learning right along side of them.

It was then Jesus reminded me of the garden...the garden where his heart broke with sorrow to the point of death. The garden where he fell and prayed

"Abba Father, everything is possible for you. Take this cup from me. Yet not what I will, but what you will".

I raced there, my heart full of anticipation of what I knew Jesus said to the Father three times, something I needed to hear afresh. And again today and the next day after that...My saviour gave all and today because of him I can press on being a mama, I can teach my children the beauty and reward of keeping their eyes on the goal.