I hope all of my blogger friends out there have not forgotten about me. And I have not forgotten you. It has been a tough year and my desire to write has either died or gone into hiding. Sometimes the rough weather causes things to go dormant. Just as a tree looks lifeless in the winter, there is always life within its sap. And I hope that is all that is going on with me. With the loss of my mother a year ago, our son's diagnosis, and other family trials, there have been so many days where I have felt like I am just trying to survive. However, there have been blessed moments of children's smiles and giggles, hugs from precious family and friends, and encouraging words from those around me. My heart is reflecting on this season and the joy of Christ's birth from the throne of glory to a needy and dark world. And as I marvel of this truth that never grows trite, I think of how life is all about holding on and letting go. Here is a perspective from Mary's heart. And I believe it is the heartfelt thread shared by every mother. Merry Christmas!

Holding On, Letting Go


Contently she smiled as she bundled Him up,

Cradling while kissing his face,

Tenderly she whispered the name of her Lord,

As she soothed this bundle of grace.



"Jesus, Jesus." she murmured.

Her heart oozing intense adoration,

Tears of emotion dripped from her face,

As she soaked in intricacies of divine creation.



Like any newborn baby,

No hint of Shikinah glory to see,

Ten fingers and toes; soft downy hair,

"Lord , how could all of this be?"



She held in her arms the Hope of the Nations,

Anointed Savior of All,

Wonder of wonders humbly born,

In a filthy cold cattle stall.



She pressed the babe tightly against flowing affections,

Breathing in the scent of pure Love.

"Help me Lord, to be his mother,

To keep watch over Heaven's Dove."



Holding on as she swaddled Him,

Knowing what words cannot express.

The time of letting go would come soon enough,

"Will I pass this painful test?"



But for now she would simply cherish,

The Father's first gift of His heart.

Peace and stillness flooded her soul,

Realizing they'd never really be apart.



Holding on, yet letting go,

For now she would simply treasure,

The fullness of the ALL in ALL,

Which separation could never measure.



Gazing into the eyes like a dove's,

An ocean of Heaven within,

Savoring the moment in her heart,

As she pressed God against her again.




Love and Blessings,

Ange

TWINKLE ON YOU LITTLE STAR, A Mother's Thoughts

It is 9 a.m. and Timothy is already outside. I am gazing out the window observing as he happily plays with the stream of water leaking from the garden hose. His mouth is moving so he is probably singing his favorite song, "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star". And his sweet face is gleaming with that shimmering smile of his. It is that kind of grin that lights up his entire face and beams from his bright blue eyes. His countenance is one that melts the heart. And this morning I am reflecting, remembering and realizing. I am seeing beyond what is visible. Something very special is being revealed and the revelation that there is more going on here than meets the limited human mind and reaches toward the depths of the eternal heart.

Six months ago, our precious 4 year old was diagnosed with moderate to mildly severe autism along with severe developmental delays. What we already suspected and feared was true. At the age of 3, Timothy mysteriously began to show signs of regression in his speech and overall development. We don't know why. We don't know how. But we do know that it is what it is, Autism. I had to go through my own time of grief. It has been a perplexing and painful season. And I wrestled with feelings of shame and guilt concerning my grief over the thoughts that my child was not "normal". People would say,"Well at least he does not have cancer." Or, "How do you know for sure and how did the doctors come up with that diagnosis?" Well meaning friends minimized my pain with their words, questions, and doubts. I really did not expect everyone to understand. However, I am very blessed and grateful for those family and friends who simply reached out with compassion and support. It was an indescribable pain knowing that things were going to be very different for Timothy and for our family. The dreams I had for my child were dead. I had to grieve, to mourn , and to process the shocking truth.

Then it was time to get busy and move forward by researching, learning, making calls and talking to experts and other parents of children with autism as well as finding speech and occupational therapy for Timothy. Talk about overwhelming! I thought," How in the world am I supposed to balance this with the responsibility of all the other children I am a mother to? And what is going to happen to Timothy? What about his future?" I felt like I was drowning.

Each day since the diagnosis, I have had to give it to God and I say, "Lord, I don't know how we are supposed to do this, but I trust that You know what to do and not do. So, I give it to You. I give you little Timmy. I give you this family. I release my fear of the unknown and choose to trust You with it all." Has the fear completely left? No. I face it every day. You see, I often feel fear but I do not let it have me. For it is in the face of fear where I am trained to be courageous. I am learning that it is not fear itself that consumes me for fear will come. But it is how I respond when it threatens to consume me and control me.

And many days I feel so inadequate, lost and unfit as a mother. Once again, I take it to my room and I pray again to God. Basically, I am simply living on a prayer. And to be perfectly blunt, I am learning that living on a prayer is the best and most productive way to live.

Yesterday, I took Timothy to a make up session with his occupational therapist. He normally goes every Monday. However, there was a special blessing awaiting. When we arrived, Michelle greeted Timothy as she always does. "Hi Timmy! We are going to play in the barn today!" Timmy's face lit up because he loves the barn as it is a large room set up with a small trampoline, bowling, large mats for rolling and jumping, and other fun activities designed for sensory and physical development. The atmosphere of the barn was different this day because there were more children present. I noticed a little boy in a wheelchair who was being assisted by his therapist with strengthening exercises for his upper body. He was watching every move Timothy made as he energetically ran around exploring everything in sight. When Michelle placed him on his tummy on the large platform swing, Timothy began to bellow out his favorite song "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star". He sang it in his own little language but he had the melody down pat. The child in the wheelchair began to giggle with delight. His therapist said, "I have never seen him like this. He usually cries when other kids are in the room." Then, the two therapists began to discuss the possibility of changing the sessions so the two boys could be together because of the "positive energy" (as the therapist called it) Timothy exuded.

Here is this little guy named Timothy. He does not have many words. He whispers most of the time when he does speak.Yet, through a simple song, a happy countenance and a brilliant smile he touched a little boy's life. And he touches mine everyday. It may not seem like a big deal to most. However, when you live with autism, every moment matters. Every milestone is significant. You know, I am the one who is truly blessed. I am changing for the better because God has given me the privilege to be the mom to 11 very precious children. However, there is something about Timothy that is leading me in a new and profound way. I am learning to slow down and to savor simple accomplishments. I am seeing that a person can be deeply touched not so much through words but through a smile and a joyful countenance. And my vision is enlarged because the purity of an innocent child can make a significant impact on the lives around him. Also, I am considering that maybe the things we label as abnormal are not so abnormal after all. I find myself, like Timmy, singing and just enjoying small moments. Just as this quote says, "We can sing our cares away easier than we can reason them away."

Timothy, you will go far in life. God has amazing and unfathomable things in mind for you. I am seeing it more and more. It will not be what I imagined , it will be much better! So I sing to you Timmy, our little shining star. I pray that your light will never fade and that your life will lead many travelers who are lost in the dark toward the true light!

Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are.
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!

When the blazing sun is gone,
When he nothing shines upon,
Then you show your little light,
Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!

Then the traveler in the dark
Thanks you for your tiny spark;
He could not see which way to go,
If you did not twinkle so.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!"

(Written by Jane Taylor 1806)

Just Enjoy!

The Lord is teaching me more and more each day about His rest. We have had our share of hardship and trials over the past few months. My mother died very suddenly this past December. Just two weeks before her death, our 4 year old son was diagnosed with autism. And just a couple weeks ago, I took one of the girls to the doctor for pink eye only to discover she has a heart murmur. She was referred to a pediatric cardiologist and some abnormalities showed up on her EKG. Now we wait for the next appointment for more testing. Waiting is just plain difficult. It is excruciating at times. It seems like torment. However, it is within the waiting room of hardship and adversity that our faithful Lord teaches us about true rest and leaning upon Him.
I am finding that even though some days I do not handle stress very well, my Father truly understands my weakness. He does not get frustrated or angry with me. He just wants me to lean on Him. Simple as that.
And He keeps His arms around me even though I sometimes get frustrated with Him because I cannot feel His embrace. Faith is more than what I am feeling. Faith is assurance. Faith is knowing He is holding me regardless of what my mind or emotions say .
He just wants me to live each day enjoying the simple things in life. For the simple things are truly what brings pleasure and delight to the soul. Through trials we learn to appreciate the seemingly insignificant moments and pleasures. The insignificant becomes very significant.
There are lovely reminders God has graciously given us to capture each day if we will just stop and take notice. When I soak in His beauty, I find healing and peace.

In His grace, I can truly enjoy all the beauty around me, even within the seasons of the unknown.
There is comfort surrounding me. There is sunshine in my darkness.
There are smiles within the midst of my tears. Because of who He is, I can enjoy my life. I can have abundant life. My eternity is not only held within the future but I am living it in the now.

May you always discover hope in the midst of your fears. May you enjoy each day as you lean upon the Hope of Glory.

Love to my friends,

Ange

Genuine Friendships Within the Storm of Grief

"In a culture that does not like to acknowledge loss or talk about the impact, it's difficult to grieve. And when we add this silence to the fact that most of us have never been taught about the process and normalcy of grief, no wonder we struggle."~~ H. Norman Wright

As the days slowly pass since Momma died, I am seeing the blessing of strong relationships and true friendship. God has placed people in my life who are truly safe places. Even though my Daddy is hurting tremendously, he continues to encourage me that mourning, which is an outward expression of grief, is very normal. He is a very safe person in my life and I admire his strength in the midst of His own anguish. In addition, I feel such an overwhelming sense of gratitude of the amazing friends God has placed around me in this difficult and trying season of my life. I never want to let them go.

Yesterday,Daddy sent photos of Momma's gravestone. When I awoke I turned on my computer to check my email.The photo above is what I saw. I stared at it for the longest moment. My mother, who was so vibrant and full of life...and here is a granite stone with her beautiful name engraved upon it. It just seemed completely unreal all over again. And the thrashing waves of grief threatened to overtake me as the tears flowed through out the day. However, they were much needed as I have withheld a seemingly internal waterfall for the "sake of the children." But I know this is needed. I know this is good. And I know it is normal.

My heart is swollen with immense gratitude for the precious people in my life who have allowed me to express my pain. These precious souls have not tried to heal me, nor have they attempted to advise me on how to heal. These few friends have simply entered into my wound, sat with me as I have bled, and told me they are there. How simply powerful is this? How loving and gracious?

I have been reading a book written by a mother of an autistic child entitled, "Let Me Hear Your Voice", by Catherine Maurice. She expresses her need for just simple understanding after the loss of a stillborn baby as well as processing the news of her young daughter's diagnoses of autism. This is what she says.

"None of us, especially myself, wants to jump into another's pain. If we can't fix something in our friend's life, we feel helpless. If we can't make it go away, we want to pretend it is not there. We don't know what to say. We are at a loss for words.Our lives have their own aches and sorrows. If we see poverty, we try at least to help by giving some money away,even though we know our money does not go very far. But if we see heartbreak, most of us are less effective; we try to talk the person out of it. Often we have to learn that there is no solution for suffering. Everyone has some of it sooner or later. What helps is to have one or two people around who keep trying to understand, who are just willing to just hold our hand as we walk on through it."

As I pondered these words, I realized that God has blessed me with very strong people who have truly partaken of my pain. They have not tried to "fix" things, they just sat with me, loved me, and comforted me. I just want to express my appreciation because you all have been a true example of Christ in my life. God simply wants to enter into our pain, for He genuinely experiences it and deeply feels it. He never minimizes our trials because our sufferings are as personal to Him as they are to us. When my child is hurt, I hurt too if not more. I am reminded of the passionate and intimate love of our Father who longs to enter into our hardships and embrace us right in the middle of that messy place. Grief is not tidy. Grief cannot easily be defined. But it is an appointed part of life that every soul shall experience. No two shall experience it the same. But we all shall feel it's sting. So in the midst of mourning, God will envelope us in His love, in His understanding, and knit the body of Christ into the beautiful masterpiece He has called us to be.

Now that we know what we have—Jesus, this great High Priest with ready access to God—let's not let it slip through our fingers. We don't have a priest who is out of touch with our reality. He's been through weakness and testing, experienced it all—all but the sin. So let's walk right up to him and get what he is so ready to give. Take the mercy, accept the help. Hebrews 4:15 The Message

Love to you all, my precious and loving friends,

Ange

A Lovely Life

One month ago today, I received a phone call from my Dad that my mother was not doing very well. By the sound of Daddy's voice, I knew it was very serious. She had been rushed to the hospital by ambulance and her heart rate dropped dangerously low. For one day, a life support system kept her alive but her soul was already gone. Her heart stopped beating for good on December the 12,2010. It has been one month and I still cannot believe she is gone. Her death was so sudden and shocking. Some days I wonder if I have moved on from the shock. It all still seems so unreal. I wake up in the morning and for one second all seems normal. Then the reality hits me all over again. My mother is in Heaven now. I will not hear her voice over the phone. I will not see her pretty face or chat with her on Face book. Sometimes I think of her at home working in the yard, reading a good book, working a puzzle, cooking yummy food, or just sitting with my Daddy having a pleasant conversation. I often think of the joy she brought to others. She made people feel special when they were in her presence. She was a happy woman and she made people smile. She did many kind things for others but she never announced her good deeds. Momma was also very precise and organized. She wrote lists of everything she needed to do and she completed them all. I always told her she could be the CEO of a major corporation because she was so organized and disciplined. She would have made a wonderful leader and boss because not only did she know how to "get the job" done but she had fun doing it! She was a leader because she led me. And I pray that I will be able to carry on her legacy.

My mother had a heart of gold and she always found ways to encourage others. I will never forget the wise words she gave me when I was in the 6th grade. I was a new student in middle school. Some of the kids were very unkind and I would come home from school crying everyday. She would put her arms around me and tell me not to worry. She said, "All you need to do is find some children like you who feel left out. Make friends with them and do not worry about the ones that are being mean." I took her advice to heart and it worked.

Momma was also a very beautiful woman. When I was a little girl, I loved to watch her do her hair. I remember she had a beehive hairstyle back in the day, and she would tease it up until it stood about 8 inches above her head. I would admire her beauty. To me, she was the most beautiful woman in the world. She was not perfect, but she was herself and she loved me. That made her the most beautiful woman in my eyes.

In John 10:10, Jesus said He came to give us life so that we can have it more abundantly. My mother lived an abundant life. She knew how to enjoy life but the abundant life is much more. Her life was overflowing with the fruits of the spirit which are pleasing to God. She lived knowing she was loved, therefore she granted love. Momma was full of joy,exuded a peaceful countenance, was graced with patience, showered others with kindness, exemplified goodness, remained faithful, and maintained a gentle manner as well as self control. Many benefited from her beautiful qualities. I know I have!

Even though I have all of the memories of the person she was, I now love to ponder the person she continues to be in the presence of her Maker. Her life here on earth was lovely and her life in Glory is even lovelier. This woman's name is Linda and her name means "pretty". What a fitting name for such a wonderful woman who loved God, loved her family and loved her friends. I miss her so much. My heart aches with longing to see her again. And because the Hope of Glory lives in my heart, I know that I will be with her again to hear her voice and to see her smile. Momma, I know you are serving the Lord and resting in His care. I bet you are completing everything on your list and assisting God in preparing a magnificent place for us when we finally meet again. I love you my lovely mother!

Little Red Wagon

"Many times life is like riding alone in a little red wagon on a crazy freeway, until you look up and see that Someone was pulling you all along!"~~~~~


LITTLE RED WAGON
I FEEL SO SMALL
AS I AM CLIMBING IN
I'M NOT STEADY AT ALL.

THERE IS NO ONE TO PUSH.
HOW WILL YOU MOVE?
THIS IS NOT MUCH FUN,
JUST SITTING IN YOU.

ALL OF A SUDDEN,
WOBBLY WHEELS START TO ROLL.
WE ARE HEADED DOWN HILL,
DANGER SEEMS TO UNFOLD.

WE ARE PICKING UP SPEED,
FEAR IS ROBBING MY BREATH,
WE ARE NOW ON A FREEWAY,
AM I FACING SURE DEATH?

NO,I'M NOT ASKING,
"IS IT THE END OF MY DAYS?"
RATHER, "IS IT THE DEATH OF A DREAM?
WHAT IS THIS DREADFUL HAZE?"


OTHERS FRANTICALLY RUSH
TO SPOTS OF "WHO KNOWS WHAT",
AS I SPIN IN MY WAGON,
TOWARD THE ISLES OF "I KNOW NOT".

NEXT I FIND MYSELF
MYSTERIOUSLY OFF OF THE ROAD,
UPON THE JAGGED EDGE,
FACING THE LAND NAMED "UNTOLD".

THERE ARE RIVERS TO CROSS,
RUGGED MOUNTAINS TO CLIMB,
MY FEET ARE BARE,
AM I LOSING MY MIND?

HOW CAN I CONQUER
WHEN I FEEL SO ALONE?
THERE IS ONLY THIS WAGON.
WHERE HAS EVERYONE GONE?

I AM TALKING TO YOU,
RED BOX WITH WORN WHEELS!
BUT YOU DON'T REALLY CARE
HOW THIS ALL MAKES ME FEEL!

EVERY DROP OF SWEAT
HAS DRAINED FROM MY BEING,
I FEEL THE TEARS
BUT THERE IS ONLY THE STINGING.

THROUGH THE BURNING,
AND BEYOND THE HAZE
I SENSE THE PRESENCE
AND THAT PIERCING GAZE.

HIS VOICE IS NOT AUDIBLE,
BUT I HAVE HEARD HIM BEFORE,
THE SILENT WHISPERS
OF MY LOVING LORD.

SO PERCHED IN MY WAGON,
ALL RUSTED AND WORN,
HE SAYS, "I UNDERSTAND
THAT YOUR HEART IS TORN".

"THE VENTURE BEFORE YOU,
IS LONG AND ROUGH,
BUT IF YOU LET ME PULL
THAT WILL BE ENOUGH."




"TRYING TO TRAVEL SOLO
AS YOU FACE THIS QUEST IN LIFE,
WILL LEAD TO CERTAIN CRASH
BUT MY COMPANY WILL SUFFICE."

AS HE STARTS TO PULL THE HANDLE,
TOWARD THE COUNTRY CALLED "UNKNOWN",
I REST ALONG THE PILGRIMAGE,
FOR I WAS NEVER REALLY ALONE......
by Ange Cogburn

We all face challenges and struggles in life that often leave us overwhelmed, weary and discouraged. We may feel abandoned as if some plight has come upon us and will devour us. Our family is facing a situation like this as our son is facing some developmental challenges. We do not know yet what the future holds, but we know who holds his future and the future of our family. We can face the challenges with a defeatist mindset, or we can move forward knowing that our Savior is pulling us along. He leads us, guides us and lavishes His love upon us in indescribable measures. This season is a gift.
What lies ahead is a gift. I embrace it. I am up to the challenge because I know my Redeemer lives!

I am with you always, even unto the end of the world. Amen. Matthew 28:20b

Hope Whisperer

" Looking back on a season of loss can allow for much gratitude in the heart. However, walking in the midst of it tests every hope to see if it is solid enough to stand on. When pain is a fiery, constant companion to your raw, torn-up heart and all of life suddenly seems shallow and meaningless, where does that leave us? The pain of loss is like a continual night and life without color...until He whispers hope into the darkness. And then the soul will struggle through the choice to reach out and embrace it or deny its comfort. He knows when our heart can't feel his love through the pain and so He holds out hope - and we have a choice." Author Unknown



I saw this quote this morning and it took my heart back to a place of remembrance of losses, pain, and disappointments I have suffered in my life. When one is walking in the dark and the pitch black is drowning out every speck of light, your soul eyes strain to focus on anything tangible. Your path is is obscured by that shrouding veil of hopelessness. You stumble. You trip. You bump into obstacles in your pathway and wince at the pain. You slip and slide through the endless stream of tears. You just cannot seem to get a grip. And you feel you are drowing in a sea of darkness. You forget to breathe or you gasp for air. I remember it well. Yet in the midst of these thick slices of trials in which life inevitably serves, there is One who is always there holding out hope. What would we do without hope?



You reach out for help. And well wishers in the goodness of their hearts will tell you what to do. Just have hope. Just have more faith. Just read your Bible...yada, yada. When you feel like your heart is crumbling, the last thing you want is a list of "should dos". You just want relief. You just want comfort. You just want the strength to hold on yet another moment. Loss is excruciating. You feel abandoned. You feel forgotten. You are confused and misunderstood. Loneliness is a shallow word when trying to define how you feel.



A couple of days ago, a dear friend wrote to me pouring out her sorrow and feelings of abandonment. This strong woman of faith shared that she had no hope that God is there for her. It is difficult to know what to say in this situation. It is not a time to correct. Correction is not needed. It is really not a time to advise. Her heart is tired. And in my own inadequacy, all I could do was tell her this, " I remember."



And I began to share with her the way I felt in dark seasons . "It was through my very doubt, fear, anger, disappointment and hopelessness that God did show Himself strong. Nothing shall seperate us from the love of God. Not even our own lack of feeling or hope. So hope is still there because Hope is a person and HE is within you whether you feel Him or not. And HE is caring for you now. HE never abandons His own. And who am I to say that I will never feel like that again? Who is to say that just because I have been through times when I doubted God and lost hope that I may never go through it again later? It is even Him who holds our faith together...to say that I have arrived to a place that I will never feel like He is abandoned me or forgotten me is arrogant. I know that there are trials ahead in my life. I pray for the grace to see me through even if I lose hope.We are frail in our humanity but strong in HIM!"



We live in an age where we focus so much on the future and the unknowns. We make assessments and make conclusions of doomsday because of so many negative clouds surrounding us. However, when the dark clouds hang low and press heavily upon us we must remember that truth will always stand and that there will always be hope. When my heart fails me, my God will never fail me. When my mind lies to me, my Father will remind me of the truth. And when my hope seems lost I can be still, open my soul in broken abandon and hear His whispers of hope. When it seems as cascading tears will never cease to flow, we can be assured that not only does He contain each teardrop in a bottle, but He counts each one that falls. Hope is not dependent on me and my strength. Hope is in the One who is the very essence of hope. Do you feel your hope wavering today? Do you feel that darkness is swallowing every ounce of strength you have? Do not give up. When you cannot hold hope, our Hope Whisperer stands in your midst and holds hope for you. He will never release His grasp upon you. Find rest and strength in the arms of the Hope Whisperer. For in Him there is always hope, always something to look forward to, and always the prevailing truth that Hope always wins.



Love to all,



Ange

AND THIS HOPE WILL NOT LEAD TO DISAPPOINTMENT (IN THE END). FOR WE KNOW HOW DEARLY GOD LOVES US BECAUSE HE HAS GIVEN US THE HOLY SPIRIT TO FILL OUR HEARTS WITH HIS LOVE. (ROMANS 5:5)

You Are Irresistible!

AS HIS PARENT,I WAS GRIPPED BY HIS STRESS. I WAS COMPELLED BY HIS DILEMMA.AND I WAS FASCINATED BY HIS CHILDLIKE INNOCENCE. HE WAS COMPLETELY IRRESISTIBLE TO ME!~~~~~

Yesterday evening as I was preparing dinner for the family, I heard a shrilling scream at the garage door. My 3 year old had wandered outside without my knowledge. When I heard the outburst, all I could do was think the worse. For a short second, I had a flash vision of blood coming from some part of his tiny body. Immediately the adrenaline kicked in as I ran to the door and opened it. As I scooped Timmy up into my arms the only thing blood red was his stress strained, tear streaked face.However, his clothing was completely soaked. After investigating the situation, I discovered he had turned the outside faucet on and the force of the water was so strong it soaked him completely as well frightened him into sheer a panic.

There was a part of me that was distraught because I did not want to see my little guy so flustered and upset. Yet at the same time he was completely irresistible to me. All I could do was cuddle him in his wet clothing until his little heart beat slowed to normal rhythm. It was no bother to me that my clothing was also soaked and that the crust on my chicken pie was getting too brown. All that mattered at this moment was this little child's well being. As his parent, I was gripped by his stress. I was compelled by his dilemma. And I was fascinated by his childlike innocence. He was completely irresistible to me!

As I contemplate the way my mother's heart melts for my children, I cannot help but hear the whispers and instruction of my own perfect Parent who guides me and directs me daily. I could see myself in the trembling state of my toddler and I could hear my Daddy God say, "When you are at your worst moment and you run to Me and cry to Me, you are nothing less than irresistible!" And as I ponder these words of love and adoration, I cannot help but wonder how many of God's own children do not know how irresistible they are to the One who created them,the very One who intricately designed them within their mother's womb and breathed divine breath into their very being?

The world in which we live says to be successful you must be independent of all others and dependent only upon yourself. The world says that to be considered courageous, you hide your fears under a false garment of pride which we meticulously adorn ourselves so that we dare not disclose any fear to our own hearts much less others around us. The world says live solely by your logic and human reasoning. Let them know how great you are and how smart you are so you can hide your aching soul.And the world says, to be irresistible you must empower yourself with as much knowledge as possible and increase your self esteem by any means possible in order to love and accept yourself. Why is it we believe the lies of the world and the deception of our own hearts? The simple answer, we do not trust our perfect parent. How this must break His heart.

However, the Lord has spoken the words that bring everlasting peace and life.Jesus spoke these words as a vulnerable little child ran into his arms, "Whoever becomes simple and elemental again,like this child , he will rank high in God's Kingdom. What's more, when you receive the childlike on My account, it is the same as receiving Me. (Matthew 18:4,5) The Message

And as my little boy was wrapped in my arms dripping wet with tears and water, I thought of our Lord's words. Study a child and one will recognize his unreserved
passion and freedom to express pain,joy,sadness,gratefulness, and delight. He is not moved nor bothered by who is watching or what others are thinking. He just seeks out the presence and the comforting embrace of his parent. And these are the very qualities that appeal to our Lord. He is overwhelmed by our cries to Him when we find ourselves distressed and anguished. He is enthralled by an exuberant heart of gratefulness and is gripped by a broken spirit even more than obedience. He loves a vulnerable heart and a transparent soul. He sees and hears our cries and He splits the Heavens wide open to come and cuddle us. He hears our simple songs of praise no matter how out of tune and He smiles with sheer delight!

So, what makes us so irresistible to Him? Well, just being his kid is enough. However, there is something that overpowers the heart of God when we come into His presence and we simply become honest with Him. And when we approach the alter of divine authenticity , He calls us successful. He calls us courageous and strong in our weakest moments. To be irresistible to our Father and Creator...what more could we desire? To walk with Him, talk with Him, listen to Him, cry to Him, sing for Him and to just be real with Him! What more could a child of His truly long for? Personally,I am not ashamed to say this is my life's pursuit...to be as a child so that I can relish in His company everyday. He is absolutely irresistible to me!!

Camera Happy Mommy!

It is only by the grace of the the good Lord that I can be a happy hearted mommy and a heavy hearted mommy at the same time. I am overcome everyday with gratefulness. And even though we belong to an unchanging Father, there are always changes in life that challenge us to press forward. Better yet, the challenge of change should press us closer into the loving breast of our almighty, yet tender Lord. Yesterday, I found some comfort in the camera! So I would like to share these photos with you. It has been another difficult season in our lives.I always praise HIM for the tough times for I know that it is only through those seasons we are truly changed. It is in the pressing stages that we find a deeper place in our Savior. What more could I ask for?

I love to see babies in nothing but their diapers, so I wanted to share these shots of the girls. Also below you will see some picture of some of the other younger children. Enjoy!!

























In closing I would just like to share that our 18 year old son Tommy is moving to S.C. next week on July 7th. So now you know why my mommy heart is a bit heavy. It is always difficult to let our children go. However, as parents our deepest desire is to see God's will be carried out in our children's lives. I cannot imagine Tommy not being with us. And my eyes fill with tears as I write. If I have one little crumb of wisdom to share about launching our children into the world it would be this: As parents we often have our own visions for our children. However, we have to lovingly release them knowing that God has the perfect plan, not us. And no matter what that plan looks like, we can trust in the Name of the Lord our God. In addition, we can loosen the grip and lean on His never changing grace.

I love you all,

Ange




For Your mercy and loving-kindness are great and high as the heavens! Your truth and faithfulness reach to the skies!Psalm 108:4

HEY YA'LL!! Long Time No See!

Wow, I realize I have allowed too much time to go by since my last post. And I know many of you have been checking back regularly to see if I have put up anything new. Sorry that I have not. You just never know around here. The twins have thrown me for a loop! A joyful one, but so unpredictable. We are still working at getting them on a better schedule. Seems like they may be finally getting in sync somewhat with their sleeping patterns. Since last week they are pretty much napping at the same time in the afternoon and they are sleeping well at night. Lizzie gets up only once to eat most nights. She can afford the extra feeding considering how tiny she is. Maggie is in the crib and sleeps through the night most nights.

Today they are 7 months old and I am blown away by how the time has flown. Some days are so hectic that I wonder if it will ever end. At the same time, I try to embrace and press every moment to my heart. This baby season is passing all too quickly. It is bittersweet at times. I miss the newborn stage, but how precious this season is to see the babies rolling around, smiling and laughing, and saying their first words!

Well, to catch everyone up, I am going to post some photos of the family. We have had a graduate, a couple of birthdays, and a family day trip recently. Hope this blog finds all of you happy and well. Thank you for visiting my blog and for caring so much about our lives!! JAMIE, DANIEL AND HEATHER WITH MAGGIE AND LIZZIE

MOM WITH MAGGIE, LIZZIE AND JAMIE

MAGGIE AND LIZZIE AT 7 MONTHS OLD

TOMMY COGBURN, 2010 GRADUATE. I AM SO PROUD OF HIM. HE FINISHED 2 YEARS OF HIGH SCHOOL IN ONE YEAR! WAY TO GO TOMMY!!

This Thing Called Rest? What is That?

I am sitting at the end of my very long dining room table that hubby and I bought from IKEA about 4 years ago. I am looking at all the little dents and scratches etched from little toddlers spoons from the last few years. The table was only 300 bucks or so. It is just a block table to be used for eating, crafting, sewing and art. I love our humble table. Presently it is the only thing tidy in the house. The breakfast mess has been cleared off and my 10 year old is loading the dishwasher. There are toys all over the living room floor. The twins have been crying on and off all morning because they woke up before the roosters crowed. Sounds chaotic huh?

Now, I could be doing laundry because the smelly mountain is calling my name. And I really need to get a couple of the kids going on their Math. However, it has been a stressful morning and I am going to take a rest....by writing. Sometimes my mind gets really cluttered. That means, "Time to pen some thoughts!" And when I do so, I only share what is going on with me in hopes that maybe someone can relate. So, anyone? Anyone? Do ever wonder what that foreign word "rest" means? I have been silently mulling over it this week.


Personally, I often have trouble entering true rest because of an internal pressure called, "shoulds and ought tos". Why is it I get into my head these standards that I think I should meet up to? Here are a few of my present pressures . They like to scream at me! And I am still in the process of learning how to silence them.

1.I should be able to be everything for my children all day every day. And if I am not, I am falling off the job of what it means to be a "good" mother.

2. My house should be more organized and dust free. The laundry should aways stay caught up.

3. I should be able to go to the gym at least 3 times a week, eat salads for lunch every day and never eat chocolate again.

4. I should be out in the neighborhood and the community helping others and making more friends. After all, we are called to be the salt of the earth, right?

5. Everyone of my children should be involved in sports, clubs and activities to make them more "rounded".

6. I should invite people over to my house more often for dinner.

7. And the list goes on and on.

Now tell me that I am not the only one. I can only imagine the multitudes of women, wives, and moms who wrestle with their own internal pressures to be this and to do that. And if we do not meet up to the "list" then we think ourselves failures. So the cycle goes on and on . We become work horses of endless striving and urgency. How exhausting!!

On the other hand I have been pondering this: If I gave myself over to half of the list above, in reality I would be cheating. Yes, cheating. In life we either cheat someone or something. If I am a slave to my house, to having a lot of friends, to an over emphasis on appearance, to even being a minister outside of my home, then someone is cheated. And who is that? My family. However, if I daily choose my family, who is really the most important in the first place, I am cheating other people and tasks. The reality is that something or someone is going to be short changed. I am reminded even now, that my first calling is to relationship with God and my family members and that means making sacrifices! There is no human way to do it all even if we try.

To everything in one's life there is a season. For me, I have been in a 20 year season of having and raising children. Twenty years seems long. However, I look back and those years have been a vapor. And if the Lord chooses to give me at least 18 more years, that is when the twins will probably be on their own. Think of it, I will be 63 years old. If the next 18 years zooms by like the last 20, I want to soak in every moment because I can never get them back once they are gone.

So as I age and mature, I am still learning as a child of God to let go of certain things. Sometimes we have to let go of certain relationships that can be very difficult and painful. And most importantly, we are constantly being challenged to let go of certain mind sets.

Several years ago, our family was blessed in a very special way. We were expecting our ninth baby. We were moving out of our home during my first trimester. Because of the fatigue and morning sickness, it was difficult to accomplish anything, especially packing boxes. My laundry room was so cluttered with dirty clothes that I could not even walk through. One day I was feeling so defeated by everything around me, I threw myself down in the middle of all the dirty laundry and began to loudly cry out to God for help. A couple of weeks later, two precious Chinese woman flew over from Taiwan to help us. For two weeks they worked diligently packing boxes, cooking meals, doing laundry and caring for the other children. Every time I would try to help, those sweet ladies would look at me and say, "Ange, go take a rest! Go take a rest!"

I am reminded that God never puts half the pressure on us that we put upon ourselves. And sometimes people put pressure on us that God never intends. We have to learn to draw the line sometimes and say, "NO!" And if it costs a friendship, then maybe the person was never a real friend to begin with.

So can we learn to rest? WE can gain a new perspective that:

1.We can learn to see our lives in seasons. Our lives will be different 10 years from now. This insulates us from thinking that certain goals and dreams have to be met within this year or even next year. God wants to give us many things, but not all at once.

2. Find "down times" that work for you and your family. We can get so bogged down by tasks at times that we can easily fall into looking at our children as interruptions instead of priorities. Put down what you are doing and join in with what the kids are doing. Sit under the stars on a blanket, play Lego's, sit at the table and color, sit up later to talk with your teenagers.

3. Guard against overcommitment. When we are going in too many directions, we as moms often feel like we are spread too thin. Keep enough space in your schedule so you can truly enjoy moments instead of being stressed out by too many activities. A life too cluttered by business makes for a grouchy mom. I want to be a cheerful mom!

When we can practice resting, we truly can find our individual nitch of what it means to live peacefully. Our hearts will be more settled and we find more harmony in our relationships and day to day responsibilities. So, I sit here now and think about how I can "take a rest". I desire to savor every moment and to live this day in abundance for tomorrow is never promised.

"So teach us to number our days that we may get a heart of wisdom." Psalm 90:12


Take a moment to listen today
To what your children are trying to say...
Listen to their problems
Listen for their needs...
Tolerate their chatter
Amplify their laughter
Find out whats the matter
Find out what they're after
But tell them that you love them
Every single night...
Listen today, whatever you do
And they will come back to listen to you.
-Unknown

Once Upon....

a sunny day in toasty AZ,
this family went to the park. I mean this here family....the Cogburn family!
And this sunny day was so sunny the brilliance was almost blinding. However, everything was so colorful and vibrant.
Seems like the skies are about this blue most days here in the Valley of the Sun. And every palm tree looks majestic against sapphire blue skies. One could just soak in the beauty all day long...except you might fry from the heat!
Oh happy happy day! Little girlies got to go play!
And here is another cute girlie who had a blast playing in the sunshine! Little roses bloom in the sun Heather Rose. Too bad big sister chose to stay home and study. She would have enjoyed the outing!
Well hello there freckle face Josh! The more you play in the sun, the more pennies appear on your precious cheeks...you are rich!
And Dan, you are the man! You have a nice investment of facial pennies yourself! So cute!
Jamie! We were so glad you had a blast exploring the outdoors. I am surprised you did not want to bring your novel with you to read under a tree!!
Tiny Tim! Oh so dirty! Did you get hungry and try to eat some desert dirt?
Brothers really do make the best buddies!
Peeka boo I see you Heather!
Daniel you know how to talk to the camera don't you?
Hanging out, hanging around and just going with the flow huh Josh?
It was such a fun day! The simple things are the best! No price tag can be placed upon making special memories with the family.

So until next time, we will keep living happily ever after because we just choose to!

Always be full of joy in the Lord. I say it again--rejoice!
Phil. 4:4