It Didn’t Matter That He Was Slow

My eldest is a doll.  He’s a hugger and cuddler and he focuses on things of interest to him intensely.

I love him so much.

He is also slow paced.  Very. Slow. Paced. 

He’s regularly the last one to finish eating, get up, get dressed, load up in the car, obey instructions, get to bed, etc.

I’m fast paced.  My other two children are fast paced.  It must be hard being a slow paced kid in a fast paced family in a fast paced generation in a fast paced city.  There are days he must feel as though he’s swimming upstream.

For their sixth birthday, Mimi bought each child their own Bible.  The wonderful Adventure Bible written for kids but which has every word of scripture in it instead of only bible stories like many children’s Bibles.

The eldest was delighted.  On Monday night, he remarked how excited he was about his new Bible, and we took it to his bedroom to read a bedtime story.  He spent time thumbing through all the pages trying to figure out what we would read.  Back and forth, forth and back, my deliberate slow paced child.

Finally, for reasons I will never know except that God led him there, he settled on reading a portion of Mark 5.  The story of Jairus.

Jairus finds Jesus in a crowd and begs him to come see his daughter who is dying, “Please come and put your hands on her so that she will be healed and lived.”  Jesus agrees to go but, because the crowd following him is large, it takes a while for them to get to Jairus’ home.  While they were en route, Jairus’ family brings him the news his daughter died and urges Jairus not to bother Jesus anymore.  Jesus overhears them and tells Jairus, “Don’t’ be afraid; just believe.”   When Jesus arrives at the house, he walks into the girl’s room, tells her to get up, and “immediately the girl stood and began to walk around.”  (Mark 5:21-43)

The eldest sat rapt the entire story.

At the conclusion, he looked up and said, “It didn’t matter that He was slow.” 

Let that settle in.

My son saw something in the miracle I had never seen before.  It did not matter that Jesus took His time getting to the girl.  It did not matter she died before Jesus arrived.  Jesus can do anything.  But He does it in His time.  And a lot of times, His time feels slow.

I began to well up over what this story had taught my sweet boy, and I responded, “That’s right.  Jairus may have been sad or frustrated Jesus took so long getting to his daughter, but Jesus told him to just believe.  And Jesus brought his girl back.  It didn’t matter that Jesus was slow.  Jesus still did it.”

The eldest smiled and nodded.  We went on to discuss Jesus’ timing and read the story of Lazarus (John 11) when it took Jesus FOUR whole days to get to Jerusalem where Lazarus had died.

It dawned on me like it dawned on my sweet boy:  Jesus moves slowly. 

You see no instance in scripture where Jesus hurries past someone in need.  Where He announces, hurry up, we’re late.  In fact, it’s normally His people who are trying to hurry Jesus while Jesus responds, slow down, let me be with these people.

In this life where I’m trying to teach my children how to be more like Jesus, I could learn a thing or two from my six year old.  Jesus moved through the world slowly.  Touching individual lives and stories did not prevent Him from accomplishing His purpose here on Earth.

I pray I can encourage my slower paced child to appreciate his internal clock.  It may make him more like Jesus.  It may give him the ability to touch individual lives more purposefully.  It may give him the wiser perspective.

As a parent, I must not try to change him or speed him up.  In fact, I could learn a thing or two about repacing my hurried life.

A slower pace will always be the harder course, more now than ever, but I pray my insightful son retains his personal pace in a world filled with people urging us to hurry up.

On Your Sixth Birthday

kinderToday, you turn six.

It’s been a good year beloved ones.

We’ve had change and adventure and yet a stable foundation to keep you grounded – God, church, mommy and daddy, your grandparents, and the same home we brought you into from the hospital.

You each got trips with daddy to the farm or the ranch. PLUS, you each stayed all by yourself at the farm with grandma and grandpa. We got to visit Gaby and Papa in Oklahoma, and Mimi taught you how to play dominos and Sorry.

We went on our first family vacation in over two years: an adventure out West to Yosemite National Park and then Lake Tahoe. You fell in love with the house cat and stormed up mountain bases and begged to play in the streams.

You tried out all sorts of new activities over this year – from gymnastics to ballet and tee-ball to soccer, you’re running faster and learning to be good sports (which is more important than winning).

You seamlessly moved to a new school and started kindergarten, and you are already reading and writing and adding and subtracting.

But more than these joint efforts and activities, you are EACH your own individual.


Sweet S,

You’ve always been so curious about the Bible and God. In Pre-K3, they called you the preacher, and your Kindergarten teacher already has you pegged for the seminary. In June you asked Jesus to come into your heart and we danced with the angels.

You have grown so fast and so strong in sports this year. I’m proud of how you’re learning how to balance competition with good sportsmanship.

You love your grandfather and are heartbroken there’s no more square baling to do this fall as it’s your favorite. You still struggle with wanting to cry over all the things, but I know God is going to use that sensitivity for His good purpose. I can’t wait to see what this next year holds dear one.

Love you all the way to the moon and back, Mommy


Darling L,

I watched this week as you painstakingly made your bed and arranged all your stuffed animals in particular order, and then you promptly went to sleep in the floor because you didn’t want to mess it up. You remind me so much of myself – but better!

You are fierce and talented and brave and strong. After three years of ballet, you decided to try gymnastics and are working your heart out to rock that too. You struggled the first week of swim team, but went on to be the only five year old in the finals!

You’ve developed some sass this year, so I’m praying we foster your independence and intellect while ensuring you exhibit respect and gratitude. I’m so thankful God sent me a girl; you teach me so much.

I love you oodles and oodles and bunches and bunches, Mommy


Dear W,

You see and hear everything my curious little sponge. You always have. Not only do you absorb all of the knowledge and information around you, but you also absorb others emotions. You have great discernment and compassion, but with all of that ability to feel comes your struggles with sadness and anger. You are learning to, and we are working toward, improving together.

You are already reading so quickly and you have a deep understanding of the things you absorb. You adore your daddy and would follow him to the ends of the earth, or to the best fishing hole or deer stand.

You asked Jesus to come into your heart RIGHT before our adventure in Alabama together.  We had time to explore and laugh (with fierce games of pool ball!) and play and understand each other better – we’re both just working to “calm down!”

I love you with all of my heart, Mommy


Words for Your Children’s Hearts

Many of you have been journeying along with me as we walk through the Breaking Fear fall bible study.  Tomorrow’s topic covers how to break out of living in fear over what happens to those we love the most, our parents, our spouses, our siblings, and more than anything (for me) our kids.  My dear blogging friend has come up with a key tool toward moving us toward breaking fear over our children:  Learning Scripture! 

I hope you will enjoy Kimberly as much as I have as well as her scripture card; my set sits at my kitchen table as a reminder of what we must instill in our children’s hearts.   Here are words directly from her:

As a young mom, I learned there was far more to parenting than getting my children to act right.

When my kids were young it felt like I was always correcting them, refereeing fights, and trying to keep the peace. This is certainly par for the course for a momma of three under the age of five, but I couldn’t help but think I was missing something.

Time outs and reward systems occasionally worked, however I wanted my children to be motivated out of love and a heart to please God rather than fear of punishment.

But how could they make Godly choices when they didn’t know what the Bible said? 

Asking myself that question was the beginning of our adventure in memorizing scripture. While there are plenty of fun and easy ways to teach kids the Word of God, and our family’s favorites fall into one of these three categories:

* Sing it – Words are remembered better through music rather than speech. Just listen to your child sing EVERY word to opening song of their favorite TV show and you’ll see what I mean. Many of the songs I enjoy listening to in the car or at home include lyrics straight out of the Bible. My kids get so excited when the memory verse we are learning echoes a song they already know.

* Read it – The more you read something, the easier it is to remember it. My kids and I like to read our memory scriptures together in the car on the way to school. Sometimes we take turns going around in a circle, each saying one word from the verse until we’ve said the whole thing. We do it either by reading it or reciting it from memory. To help us out with this, I wrote the Bible verse down on index cards.

* Pray it – In my own prayer life, I developed the habit of praying God’s Word. When I came across a Scripture that addressed a need or concern I had, I inserted my name or the specific details of my situation into that verse and prayed it. My kids have learned to do the same because I turned our memory verses into prayers and wrote them on the back their cards. As long as the need persists, we pray, and over time we can’t help but memorize the corresponding scripture.

When we put all three of these together we have a simple yet effective formula for scripture memory. 

It’s been so amazing to see the spiritual growth of my kids because the Word of God has been planted in their heart. My kids now make better choices. Not only that, I have witnessed them rely on God when they need His wisdom, peace, or strength.


The cards I mentioned are free to download on my blog.  However, if you prefer the convenience of receiving these cards professionally printed, trimmed, and delivered to your mailbox, you can purchase them in my Etsy shop. Choose from a variety of topics or purchase the Starter Set that includes all 48 cards shared on my site.  You can also find new scripture cards available in 3 month, 6 month, and 1 Year subscriptions available in the form of a digital download or printed product.

kamiciKimberly Amici is a writer, designer, and community builder whose desire is for hearts to be healed, minds to be renewed, and women to be connected in fellowship. She is known for her creativity, strong faith, and commitment to living life with purpose and passion. She is the co-founder and managing editor at Circles of Faith and a writer at Faith Gateway. She also blogs at Living in the Sweet Spot. Kimberly lives with her husband Carl and their three children in the NYC suburbs. 

On Your First Day of Kindergarten

My dear ones,

I’ve known this day was coming for three months.

Well, I suppose I’ve always known it would come.

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And yet, blink, in quickest flash of a moment it is here.

I am so proud of you on this special day.  I had no idea, staring at each of your little faces in the NICU almost six years ago, who you would become and how immeasurably I would come to love you.

I want so much for you.  Today and in the days to come.  I want all the basics, of course.  For you to read this year as you each so love books.  It will be a passion we share together as we grow.  For you to add and subtract as you begin to compute facts and figures in your head.  For you to begin comprehending the fascinating mysteries of science as you experiment and sense new ways for things to come together.  For you to learn about different countries and peoples and languages and cultures as you imagine the vast world you have yet to travel.

Oh, but I long for you to learn so many things beyond the basics.

I want you to begin to read other people.  To understand their emotions and reactions so you can empathize and understand how to form deep and fulfilling relationships with peers and with elders.

I want you to start understanding how to add in the things which are important and add value and improve your character and subtract out the things which don’t really matter and belittle others and attack your self-esteem.

I want you to passionately seek to find glimpses of the fascinating mysteries of Christ and His sacrifice and His grace and His unfathomable, unfailing, unflinching love for you.

I want you to thoroughly enjoy meeting all peoples of all backgrounds and cultures and incomes and families and respect the diversity they bring to your learning and know that God formed each one of them uniquely with special talents and life purposes.

I know it sounds like such a tall order, but your momma is an optimist.  I believe in the best in you and believe you will grow from a funny, high-spirited child into a purposeful and passionate young adult.

I want to do all I can do to help, but I also want to take one step back this year (just one step at a time, my love).  You see, you’re growing up and you’re not my little one who needs help getting dressed or who holds my hand on every sidewalk.  If I’m being honest with you, I’m crying just typing that up.

See I lose all three of you to a new stage at the same time.  I don’t get to hold one baby back while I release the next one.  No, no, I have the best and the worst job.  I get to send you off to spread your wings all at the same time.  While that brings me tremendous joy, it also makes me sad that you’re growing up so fast.  You are so much of my heart, a bigger heart than I even knew possible, and it breaks just a bit when you’re able to step further away on your own.

But I would never stop this.  Because I believe this is all a working out of His big plan.  I’m so honored to just play a role.  I am confident of this, He who began a good work in you will be faithful to complete it.  (Phil 1:6)

I know God is working your life verses into the fabric of what you learn and understand, and I know this kindergarten year will stitch even more of it into the fabric of your lives.  My loving, diligent eldest, you will win favor when you trust God with all your heart.  My passionate, artistic only girl, as you know His love more, He will do beyond what you could ever fathom in your life.  My smart and emotional youngest, you will live a life worthy of Him as you grow in understanding and wisdom.

Have a great day my big boys and girl.  Have a great year.  You will have both successes and failures and each experience will form you into a stronger, more capable human.  No matter whether your days or good or bad, I am always here.  I love you.  I will always love you.  Thank you for making me a mommy.

All my love, to the moon and back,


Silly Seconds

Just a little break from the seriousness of your day to inject a little silly from our neck of the woods.  I know if I don’t write these things down, I’ll never remember them.  


Cuddled up in bed with the eldest this week, and this was our conversation:

Me:  What are you most excited about when school starts?

E:  I’m not excited about school starting.  But I am excited about McJastics. 

Me:  McJastics?  (We both start laughing.)  Is that gymnastics performed at McDonald’s? 

E:  (Laughing a lot now…)  Yes it is.  It’s on Westheimer. 

(Everyone from Houston is cracking up with me.  Westheimer is a major street near my house.)


Last week, the kids were down at the dock of the bayou house with dad and grandfather.  They had caught an alligator the night before while fishing, and it broke the line (and caused me major heart failure).  The baby had decided to stay longer that week with grandfather when we went home:   

Grandfather:  What do you want to do this week?  Go fishing for alligators? 

B:  Yes, we’re going to catch that little alligator and bring him in.  But not while mom is around.  She won’t let me. 

Me (walking up):  Morning boys. 

B:  Oh darn, there’s mom.

Grandfather:  That’s okay, she didn’t hear us. 

Little lady stayed at the farm by herself before the boys did.  I called her after her first day solo:

Me:  Hey bug, I miss you.

L:  Hi mom.  Miss you too (breezily). 

Me:  You having fun? 

L:  Yes, I’m having so much fun.  I love gumbo.  I’ve eaten it for every meal.  It’s so much more fun here without the boys. 

(Lady needs some space to spread her wings.)

This was the baby’s very one sided conversation with me when he was describing an injustice dealt him:

B:  Somebody was mean to me today.

His name isn’t somebody. 

Let’s just call him somebody.

Well, let’s call him John. 

No, no.  THIS KID punched me in the stomach today.

(What up with this attacker’s secret identity?  Is he in the witness protection program?)

Little lady is my budding safety professional.  This is our conversation every time I try to rock out to music with her in the car:

Me:  (Car dancing, singing, clapping, etc.).

L:  (Stopping her singing/dancing)  Mommy, focus on driving. 

I realize they won’t always have these funny bunny moments, and I have a terrible memory, so I appreciate you indulging me in capturing a few of their last preschool summer moments.